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I called my father and the head of security for the royal
family, informing them about Emmett’s return home. I also made a dreaded phone
call to my mother, who was undoubtedly pleased by my quick ‘capture’ of my
brother but not thrilled at the options I’d given him.
She was over his bullshit and was ready to strip him of his
title.
However, since I knew my brother better than her, I knew I had
to give him another chance. His stint at Four Circles Rehabilitation Center
would hopefully put him in line.
After dropping my brother off at the private airfield, Seth
drove me back to my condo where I changed into another pair of jeans and
button-down. It was warmer today, not as chilly as yesterday. I swiped a pair
of sunglasses and told Seth that I needed to go to Brooklyn.
“Why, sir?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“I need some coffee,” I answered.
“There’s a Starbucks around the corner, your highness,” he said.
“True, but I don’t want Starbucks,” I smirked. “Have you heard
of The Swan Bakery?”
“Oh, yeah. They’ve got the best chocolate croissants,” Seth
smiled. “And their sourdough rolls are to die for! My girlfriend and I use them
for our hamburgers. Oh, and their pretzels?”
“Okay, Seth,” I laughed. “I want some. Please.”
“They’re usually closed on Sundays, though,” Seth frowned.
“Can we, at least, go and check?” I pleaded. “If not, we’ll go
somewhere local.”
“Sounds good,” he nodded. “There’s this really good dim sum
restaurant that would really good, if the bakery is closed.” He grabbed the
keys for the limo and bounded out of the condo, like an overgrown puppy.
Sliding into the backseat of the car, I checked my itinerary for
the following day, biting back a groan when I saw the sheer number of meetings.
However, one meeting caught my attention. There was a charity event at the
Guggenheim Museum, some fundraiser for the arts, which I supported
whole-heartedly. I was a piano player, almost a concert-level pianist, but I
also dabbled with guitar and violin. Apparently, my mother was on the board of
directors, needing to finalize the event details, which was happening in two
weeks, coinciding with the beginning of October.
I wonder if Bella would be interested in going?
Gah, you’re turning into
a girl, Masen. She didn’t call you yesterday. Why would she …?
Maybe she didn’t know
that I stopped by. Hell, who was I kidding? She definitely didn’t know. That
girl was more likely to … ugh, she truly was hateful.
“Your highness? We’re here,” Seth said. “And it looks like it’s
open.” He furrowed his brows. “I’m surprised. Like I said, they’re usually
closed on Sundays.”
McGolrick Park
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