Professor F novel Chapter 53

The festival is almost over and like what was planned the students were given the last day as their free day to take a tour in London.

Flynn already had a plan. He took her for a walk near the Eiffel tower and other romantic spots. Ate ice cream while walking in the park and visited museums and palaces.

At the end of the day, Flynn brought her to the royal family's palace. "Are we allowed to come here for a tour? It should be like an official visit, right? Or is this just a part that regular people like me to visit like in museums?"

He chuckled. "You could say that. But—" He clicks his tongue. "You're not really with a regular person here."

She was still at awe while walking on the hallway when she noticed a woman in a light blue trench coat and gloves standing in front of a large painting on the wall.

August wrinkled her forehead as she looked at Flynn. The old woman looked really familiar.

"Gran!" Flynn called the old woman's attention.

The woman turned her head and her mouth dropped when she realized she's actually looking at The Queen—Frances Claire Louis Ferguson!

The old woman smiled widely seeing Flynn and the latter asked her to come with him. She's so stiff and nervous as she walked towards the queen.

"Gran, this is Augustine. My girlfriend."

"Oh, is she the one you told me about?"

Flynn smiled as he nodded in agreement. "Yes."

The Queen then smiled at her widely and touched her cold skin. "Oh, are you okay? Your skin is cold."

She forced an awkward laugh, feeling embarrassed. "I'm just—I didn't know I'll meet you so I'm feeling nervous. Actually—"

She's talking too much!

She cleared her throat and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Queen Frances."

The Queen laughed. "Just call me Frances, dear. Your name is beautiful, Augustine."

"T—Thank you." She glanced at Flynn who seems to enjoy what's happening.

"Come on. Dinner is ready." Frances invited them and a man in a butler's uniform guided them to the dining hall, courteously greeting them with a smile.

"You didn't tell me we'd meet her." She whispered, scolding Flynn next to her.

"Does it matter? She likes you." He smiled and squeezed her hand.

She blushed.