''Wait, no. I got this,'' I say, practising the way I walk; more like practising to walk properly. Well, Marie Anne told me to walk more like a royalty especially when I'm out in public—uh, for sure.
''You've been saying that for the past hour,''
I look up at her, trying to find wrongness but truth be told; she's correct so far. As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect.
''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath.
I have to agree with her on that.
With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny.
All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.
Just like that, the books begin to fall.
What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him.
''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit.
''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto the ground before smiling up at the prince himself.
''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here. Don't really want her to feel pressured,'' He adds.
Marie Anne's eyes widen, ''Absolutely not.''
Evelyn smirks from behind, eyeing the three of us. Then, she stands up; walking towards Emery and I. ''You don't need to worry, little brother. Emma will be fine under my care—so, mind your own business.''
That may sounded a little bit harsh but no. Not at all.
so you know, she's my business.'' He
My head begins to play the images of how I would be reacting if I end up following my heart. The way my cheeks
at my tutor, ''Marie Anne, I think that's enough for today. My little brother is a little bit anxious today—he probably just misses his
course,'' Marie Anne nods
room. Evelyn follows behind her—only leaving Emery and I all by ourselves once
you here?'' I ask, looking
you,''
that he uses—they just seem to go deeply into my soul where I've never felt this way in a long time. My whole body would tremble just
cross my arms, trying
eyes pierce deep into mine,
why and I don't need a reason but I just want
up into a smile as I stand
at me; slightly making me worried about what he's going to say—yes. ''I have this thing to settle back in Melbourne about my, uh,
I
I should've settled it before I got back here but I don't know, I didn't expect things between
into his eyes, thinking of something or at least anything but I can't. I know the fact that two weeks is
I'll
not so sure myself.
have at least a few more hours to spend with each other or if
his wrist watch,
replied, he was hesitating but I know how it would make me hesitant too.
closer towards him, kissing me long on the side of
if we have to so
starts to kiss
goes on very passionately slow. The way our lips are giving and receiving the emotions that we feel;
Emma
''Wait, no. I got this,'' I say, practising the way I walk; more like practising to walk properly. Well, Marie Anne told me to walk more like a royalty especially when I'm out in public—uh, for sure.
''You've been saying that for the past hour,''
I look up at her, trying to find wrongness but truth be told; she's correct so far. As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect.
''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath.
I have to agree with her on that.
With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny.
All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.
Just like that, the books begin to fall.
What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him.
''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit.
''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto the ground before smiling up at the prince himself.
''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here. Don't really want her to feel pressured,'' He adds.
Marie Anne's eyes widen, ''Absolutely not.''
Evelyn smirks from behind, eyeing the three of us. Then, she stands up; walking towards Emery and I. ''You don't need to worry, little brother. Emma will be fine under my care—so, mind your own business.''
That may sounded a little bit harsh but no. Not at all.
so you know, she's my business.'' He
My head begins to play the images of how I would be reacting if I end up following my heart. The way my cheeks
at my tutor, ''Marie Anne, I think that's enough for today. My little brother is a little bit anxious today—he probably just misses his
course,'' Marie Anne nods
room. Evelyn follows behind her—only leaving Emery and I all by ourselves once
you here?'' I ask, looking
you,''
that he uses—they just seem to go deeply into my soul where I've never felt this way in a long time. My whole body would tremble just
cross my arms, trying
eyes pierce deep into mine,
why and I don't need a reason but I just want
up into a smile as I stand
at me; slightly making me worried about what he's going to say—yes. ''I have this thing to settle back in Melbourne about my, uh,
I
I should've settled it before I got back here but I don't know, I didn't expect things between
into his eyes, thinking of something or at least anything but I can't. I know the fact that two weeks is
I'll
not so sure myself.
have at least a few more hours to spend with each other or if
his wrist watch,
replied, he was hesitating but I know how it would make me hesitant too.
closer towards him, kissing me long on the side of
if we have to so
starts to kiss
goes on very passionately slow. The way our lips are giving and receiving the emotions that we feel;