''Evelyn, none of us were expecting you.'' I turn to see the queen closing her distance between Emery's sister—Evelyn. She smiles at her mother before being pulled by Genevieve for a hug; showing how much she has missed her. They both end up laughing while I glance at Emery and see him rolling his eyes.
''You must be Emma, Emery's fiancée.'' Evelyn says, causing me to immediately blink a few times as I return back into reality. To my surprise, she looks amazingly beautiful from up close—which lowers my self-esteem to the lowest level, ''It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Evelyn.'' She adds.
''Emma,'' I reply.
''Well, we'll talk later, for sure.'' She says before disappearing inside the castle with the queen as they continue to talk—mostly about her trip back in Malaysia. That's one of the reasons why she hasn't been around here. She's been busy travelling the world, mostly.
I turn to face Emery who's currently busy scrolling down his phone, ''I thought you're the first and only son born.'' I say which leads him to look at me.
''Correction, I'm the first and only son born because Evelyn's adopted.'' He replies with a smirk on his face, ''She's not really royalty—she's been brought in by royalties. My mother and my father wanted another child but unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen so they decided to adopt. Evelyn has been an orphan ever since she was a baby; that's one of the reasons why they brought her in and cared for her. Her mother died while giving birth while her father died of cancer,''
''She's really pretty.'' I say, quite low but Emery manage to hear the words.
A frown appears as he looks at me, ''Eh, you're prettier.'' He assures, causing me to turn and feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment at his compliment but I can't help feeling slightly happy or proud—a prince just complimented me; that's not happening everyday.
My heart starts to beat fast when I realise that Emery is still smiling at me in a way that most girls would fall head over heels but I still manage to stand without falling. Then, I push his face slightly, ''Don't smile like that,'' I say, earning myself a confused look from him.
''Like what?'' He asks.
''Like that.'' I answer.
''Like what?'' He asks once more, slowly closing the distance between us with a small smile on his face while I groan in frustration without realising that he is slowly placing both of his hands on my waist.
''Like that! Like that!'' I answer, twice which causes him to laugh, loud enough to catch other people's attention but that doesn't seem to bother him nor I. He starts to slow down due to my stare but he ends up chuckling—finding it exciting for me to roll my eyes.
''Like this?''
Then, he starts to pull me close so that our body would collide
Then, he starts to pull me close so that our body would collide. My eyes widen at the sight—surprised to see him being such a beauty; the kind of beauty that could weaken my whole body system and shut down. I blink a few times but he doesn't seem to realise that I'm deadly, attracted.
''Or should I do this?'' He asks.
Surprisingly, I am only left focusing on Emery
Surprisingly, I am only left focusing on Emery. Every sound on the back has disappeared into the thin air while I see him laugh and smile; slowly dragging myself towards him. The way he does everything, attracts in every way possible—which surprises me even more.
For some reason, I only manage to hear my heart beating as my lips curve up into a small smile; feeling myself being pulled by some sort of power just by the way he's acting childish around me. As he continues to laugh, I immediately cup onto his face before meeting his lips for a short couple of seconds.
I pull back, realising what I just done.
I am left to look at a surprised Emery who has both of his hands up in the same position but instead of laughing, his face is deadly serious and his eyes wide—instantly terrifying me if I actually made a mistake. Seconds before I can utter a single word, he starts to lean in before meeting my lips once more; this time longer.
Both of his hands are placed on my waist while I continue to cup onto his face, deepening the kiss. We end up kissing passionately slow—continuing what I just started. It doesn't bother us that there are people out here probably looking at us as if we've lost our minds because right now, right here, we're attached to each other. Only.
Emery pulls me closer towards him even though our bodies are already collided against one another. I can feel everything from the waist below as our lips share something passionate; something that we rarely share with each other.
Eventually, we slow down the kiss so that we wouldn't actually start undressing each other. I can't help but soothingly running my fingers on his face while I eye down his lips as he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes meet in an instant—making us realise that we've managed to take another step further.
Bingo.
I slowly let go of his face before taking a few steps back and he does the same. Things between us are slightly awkward but I manage to do a poker face before quickly making my way inside the castle as I smile to myself—loving the way he laughed and smiled and loving it more when he kissed me that way.
This sounds crazy but I may have feelings attached.
''Emma, there you are!'' I am surprised to find Dian shouting my name from afar before making her way towards me, ''The queen and Evelyn are waiting for you. Come, come.'' She says as she pulls me by the wrist until we finally reach one of the rooms; I'm still trying to remember some but I can tell, it seems impossible.
We enter the room and Dian let out a deep sigh, ''It took me forever to find her.'' She says and Evelyn chuckles as she takes a sip of her tea while Genevieve opens a catalogue for wedding dresses.
''Evelyn's here to help with the wedding too. Like I said, we don't have much time left. We shall make the wedding happen as soon as possible with no disruptions—the sooner, the better and since Evelyn and Dian is here, they'll be very useful. You can choose whatsoever, Emma, they'll be here to give you advices and help you out. How does that sound?'' Genevieve smiles, looking straight at me.
Actually the three of them are.
''What about Margaret?'' I ask.
She was supposed to help me plan the wedding but she did quite a job by arranging it more than helping. I never did get the chance to choose what I wanted to wear because she obviously chose everything for me—not accepting my choices.
''Mother fired her. I heard that she's no use,'' Evelyn replies, earning herself a nod from the queen.
My lips curve up into a smile, realising that I'll actually have a chance to choose for my own wedding. Even though this wedding may not be filled and based on love but it's my one and only wedding—it shall be something worthy and my own taste. Everything will be perfect, simple and flawless.
''I don't know what to say, I really want to thank you.'' I say towards Genevieve and she smiles, agreeing and also knowing that Margaret didn't do a great job—so, letting her daughter and her niece helping me plan would actually work out, since their fashion sense is ten times better.
''Let's get started!'' Evelyn chuckles.
It was a week filled with chaos and confusions. Then again, it was also a week filled with fun and arguments—from the wedding dress to the wedding cake, everything was arranged perfectly well. Genevieve wanted me to wear their traditional wedding dress that has been worn for generations but Evelyn resisted because she said that I need to choose on my own; she was right. Besides, I want Evelyn to wear it; not me.
Speaking of the wedding, I haven't managed to speak with Emery but we would bump into each other in the hallways or positively catch glimpses of each other. Never really gotten the chance to speak or communicate—we just end up walking away because both of us are busy. Mostly because the wedding has finally come. Today!
I may sound more excited; it's because well, shouldn't I be?
Yes, I should be feeling sad.
I turn around to find my mother entering the room and as soon as she sees me, her eyes wide with tears almost falling down her cheeks—before pulling me close for a hug. I wrap my arms around her body as we both hug each other; while I try to comfort her.
Emma
''Indeed,'' Emery says sarcastically.
''Evelyn, none of us were expecting you.'' I turn to see the queen closing her distance between Emery's sister—Evelyn. She smiles at her mother before being pulled by Genevieve for a hug; showing how much she has missed her. They both end up laughing while I glance at Emery and see him rolling his eyes.
''You must be Emma, Emery's fiancée.'' Evelyn says, causing me to immediately blink a few times as I return back into reality. To my surprise, she looks amazingly beautiful from up close—which lowers my self-esteem to the lowest level, ''It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Evelyn.'' She adds.
''Emma,'' I reply.
''Well, we'll talk later, for sure.'' She says before disappearing inside the castle with the queen as they continue to talk—mostly about her trip back in Malaysia. That's one of the reasons why she hasn't been around here. She's been busy travelling the world, mostly.
I turn to face Emery who's currently busy scrolling down his phone, ''I thought you're the first and only son born.'' I say which leads him to look at me.
''Correction, I'm the first and only son born because Evelyn's adopted.'' He replies with a smirk on his face, ''She's not really royalty—she's been brought in by royalties. My mother and my father wanted another child but unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen so they decided to adopt. Evelyn has been an orphan ever since she was a baby; that's one of the reasons why they brought her in and cared for her. Her mother died while giving birth while her father died of cancer,''
''She's really pretty.'' I say, quite low but Emery manage to hear the words.
A frown appears as he looks at me, ''Eh, you're prettier.'' He assures, causing me to turn and feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment at his compliment but I can't help feeling slightly happy or proud—a prince just complimented me; that's not happening everyday.
My heart starts to beat fast when I realise that Emery is still smiling at me in a way that most girls would fall head over heels but I still manage to stand without falling. Then, I push his face slightly, ''Don't smile like that,'' I say, earning myself a confused look from him.
''Like what?'' He asks.
''Like that.'' I answer.
''Like what?'' He asks once more, slowly closing the distance between us with a small smile on his face while I groan in frustration without realising that he is slowly placing both of his hands on my waist.
''Like that! Like that!'' I answer, twice which causes him to laugh, loud enough to catch other people's attention but that doesn't seem to bother him nor I. He starts to slow down due to my stare but he ends up chuckling—finding it exciting for me to roll my eyes.
''Like this?''
Then, he starts to pull me close so that our body would collide
Then, he starts to pull me close so that our body would collide. My eyes widen at the sight—surprised to see him being such a beauty; the kind of beauty that could weaken my whole body system and shut down. I blink a few times but he doesn't seem to realise that I'm deadly, attracted.
''Or should I do this?'' He asks.
Surprisingly, I am only left focusing on Emery
Surprisingly, I am only left focusing on Emery. Every sound on the back has disappeared into the thin air while I see him laugh and smile; slowly dragging myself towards him. The way he does everything, attracts in every way possible—which surprises me even more.
For some reason, I only manage to hear my heart beating as my lips curve up into a small smile; feeling myself being pulled by some sort of power just by the way he's acting childish around me. As he continues to laugh, I immediately cup onto his face before meeting his lips for a short couple of seconds.
I pull back, realising what I just done.
I am left to look at a surprised Emery who has both of his hands up in the same position but instead of laughing, his face is deadly serious and his eyes wide—instantly terrifying me if I actually made a mistake. Seconds before I can utter a single word, he starts to lean in before meeting my lips once more; this time longer.
Both of his hands are placed on my waist while I continue to cup onto his face, deepening the kiss. We end up kissing passionately slow—continuing what I just started. It doesn't bother us that there are people out here probably looking at us as if we've lost our minds because right now, right here, we're attached to each other. Only.
Emery pulls me closer towards him even though our bodies are already collided against one another. I can feel everything from the waist below as our lips share something passionate; something that we rarely share with each other.
Eventually, we slow down the kiss so that we wouldn't actually start undressing each other. I can't help but soothingly running my fingers on his face while I eye down his lips as he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes meet in an instant—making us realise that we've managed to take another step further.
Bingo.
I slowly let go of his face before taking a few steps back and he does the same. Things between us are slightly awkward but I manage to do a poker face before quickly making my way inside the castle as I smile to myself—loving the way he laughed and smiled and loving it more when he kissed me that way.
This sounds crazy but I may have feelings attached.
''Emma, there you are!'' I am surprised to find Dian shouting my name from afar before making her way towards me, ''The queen and Evelyn are waiting for you. Come, come.'' She says as she pulls me by the wrist until we finally reach one of the rooms; I'm still trying to remember some but I can tell, it seems impossible.
We enter the room and Dian let out a deep sigh, ''It took me forever to find her.'' She says and Evelyn chuckles as she takes a sip of her tea while Genevieve opens a catalogue for wedding dresses.
''Evelyn's here to help with the wedding too. Like I said, we don't have much time left. We shall make the wedding happen as soon as possible with no disruptions—the sooner, the better and since Evelyn and Dian is here, they'll be very useful. You can choose whatsoever, Emma, they'll be here to give you advices and help you out. How does that sound?'' Genevieve smiles, looking straight at me.
Actually the three of them are.
''What about Margaret?'' I ask.
She was supposed to help me plan the wedding but she did quite a job by arranging it more than helping. I never did get the chance to choose what I wanted to wear because she obviously chose everything for me—not accepting my choices.
''Mother fired her. I heard that she's no use,'' Evelyn replies, earning herself a nod from the queen.
My lips curve up into a smile, realising that I'll actually have a chance to choose for my own wedding. Even though this wedding may not be filled and based on love but it's my one and only wedding—it shall be something worthy and my own taste. Everything will be perfect, simple and flawless.
''I don't know what to say, I really want to thank you.'' I say towards Genevieve and she smiles, agreeing and also knowing that Margaret didn't do a great job—so, letting her daughter and her niece helping me plan would actually work out, since their fashion sense is ten times better.
''Let's get started!'' Evelyn chuckles.
It was a week filled with chaos and confusions. Then again, it was also a week filled with fun and arguments—from the wedding dress to the wedding cake, everything was arranged perfectly well. Genevieve wanted me to wear their traditional wedding dress that has been worn for generations but Evelyn resisted because she said that I need to choose on my own; she was right. Besides, I want Evelyn to wear it; not me.
Speaking of the wedding, I haven't managed to speak with Emery but we would bump into each other in the hallways or positively catch glimpses of each other. Never really gotten the chance to speak or communicate—we just end up walking away because both of us are busy. Mostly because the wedding has finally come. Today!
I may sound more excited; it's because well, shouldn't I be?
Yes, I should be feeling sad.
I turn around to find my mother entering the room and as soon as she sees me, her eyes wide with tears almost falling down her cheeks—before pulling me close for a hug. I wrap my arms around her body as we both hug each other; while I try to comfort her.
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