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I was dressing for my date with Bella. Tia was
with her, helping her decide on her attire for the evening. In her way, Tia did
the same with me, pushing a dark grey Dior suit into my hands with an arched
brow. So, I was looking in my closet, trying to find a tie to go with the ensemble
Tia brought for me. I decided to keep it simple, swiping a subtly printed black
tie. Looping it around my neck, I tied it and slid on my jacket. I added some
cologne before walking to the living room.
“Looking sharp, your princeliship,” Jacob
sang.
“Thanks,” I smirked, blinking over to him.
“You, too.”
“Tia said that I needed to look like a
bodyguard of an elite royal. My bargain suits from the bureau weren’t cutting
it,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes. “Despite buying my suits at the Men’s
Warehouse, I look nice!”
“You do, but it’s opening night. This is cut
like a tuxedo,” I said, brushing my hands over the wool. “As is yours.”
“It makes hiding my guns difficult,” he
grumbled. “I need more room, or I’ve got this bulge.” I shot him a withering glare. “Not there, you perv!”
“Behave, Jacob William Black, you’re working
for the Gevalian government and your actions are representative of us,” I said.
He laughed, flipping me off and walking back to his room, grumbling about using
his ankle holster. I double checked reservations with my attaché, which were
verified, and confirmations sent to my cell phone. I heard the clicks of heels.
I blinked up, hoping to see Bella, but seeing Tia. “Everything okay?”
“Bella’s good to go, bitching about you
spending too much money on her,” she snickered. “But, I picked out a gorgeous
cocktail dress for her. She’s just talking to her dad. He’s talking to her about
dating. She’ll be out in a little
bit.”
“Thank you for all of your help, Tia,” I said,
shaking her hand. “And for this.”
“Your mother found out you were going to the
opening night of the Radio City Rockettes and she said you needed to be a
representative of the Gevalian royal family.”
“Nice of her to call me and tell me,” I grumbled.
“She, instead, called me,” Tia snickered. “Or
rather, her people called my boss. Something about the consulate forwarding
over your schedule.” I huffed out a breath. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“I don’t. Initially, I fought this assignment,
but I’m grateful I’m here and not there.
My mom can be an overbearing shrew, but I love her,” I chuckled, tugging on my
hair.
“My mom is just as overbearing and she’s not a
ruler of a country. If she had her way, I’d be married to a man and popping out kids,” Tia
snickered. “I like girls and I’m not having kids. My girlfriend or wife can do
that, or we’ll adopt. Anyway, I’ve got to head back to the store. I’m earning
some overtime by setting up the holiday window for the couture floor.”
I nodded, getting her coat and waving as she
left. Turning around, I saw Bella standing just inside the living room. She
wore a black cocktail dress with her earrings and a simple bracelet. “Wow,” I
breathed. “Bella … you’re …”
“It’s not too much?” Bella asked, tucking an
errant curl behind her ear.
“No, cherie.
You look so exquisite,” I smiled, walking to her and sliding my arms around her
waist. “I love you, baby.”
She blushed, biting her lip and laying her
hands on my chest. “I love you, too, your majesty,” she whispered, her lips
curled up into a coy grin.
“Technically, since I’m not the ruler, I would
be classified as ‘His Royal Highness,’” I gently corrected. “But, I prefer to
be Masen. Just Masen.”
Bella's dress
Masen's tuxedo
Radio City Music Hall
Tavern on the Green
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