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Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 7

KENNEDY

 

One thing I was sure of, Thayer was freaking rich. If Alessia was his relative from his father’s side, then they were filthy rich. 

 

I was in his bathroom as I stared at, at least twelve paper bags from a known brand—from underwear, shoes, dress, belt, coat, and even makeup. I didn’t know which one I should try first. But of course, I should start wearing my underwear. Then I put on the peach long-sleeve mini dress, which made me surprised with the size that it was perfectly fit for me, and also the size of Follies pumps by Louboutin. 

 

I put a little make on my face. I was not ashamed to show off the freckles on the top of my nose. Then I brushed my hair and applied the nude lipstick on my lips. Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was far from how I looked yesterday. The fluffs under my eyes were gone. The glow on my face was back. 

 

It was time to move on and look for a new apartment while I had new friends to help me move my things out. I stepped outside the bathroom and carried back the bags. I placed them at the corner of the room, but Thayer was nowhere to find them. 

 

My stomach twisted. 

 

I grabbed my phone. Thankfully, it was now fully charged. Then I found a note with very masculine handwriting.

 

Meet me on the rooftop.

 

T

 

I entered the elevator. Once I reached the last floor, I followed the arrow that would probably lead me to the rooftop.

 

I stopped in front of the man around my age wearing a waitstaff uniform.

 

“Miss Gilby?” 

 

“Yes?”

 

“Please, follow me.” He turned around.

 

I followed suit. “Where are we going?”

 

“Mr. Ash asked me to take you them.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

I tried not to look surprised, but I miserably failed as I ogled in awe at the three men in well-tailored suits. But my attention was quickly caught by the man in the middle. His hair waved in the blows of the wind with his hands in his pockets. The way he posed, he exuded confidence, glamour, power, and authority. Who was this man? He was still a huge puzzle to me that I had no idea of solving. 

 

I cleared my throat. They unanimously turned around. I felt suddenly self-conscious when three pairs of eyes were pinned at me. 

 

“Hi. Did I interrupt your sightseeing?” The view from the top was magnificent. The weather was just perfect. No wonder Thayer chose this rooftop.

 

“Can I have the honor of sending you to the table?” It was Ash, and he looked handsome as ever with classic slicked-back dark hair. 

 

“The honor is mine.” I smiled as I hooked my hand around his arm. 

 

“You look beautiful, Kennedy.”

 

“Thank you, Ash. You're not bad yourself.”

 

“Madam.” Lud suddenly bowed slightly, making me chuckle. 

 

“What’s that for?” I joked. “Thank you for choosing this dress. It’s beautiful.”

 

“I’m glad you like it, ma’am.”

 

I unhooked my hand around Ash’s arm and faced the man who never ceased to amaze me. If I was in a fairy tale land, I would have thought he was my prince charming. His dark blue suit and Faconnee blue tie made his eyes stand out, and his aura a power as a god.

 

“You cleaned up pretty well.” It was an honest compliment. I couldn't even find the right word to describe how he looked before me.

 

He smiled. “You look stunning, Kennedy.”

 

“Thank you, and to your personal shopper.” I looked around, and two were gone. “Wait. Where are they?”

 

“They have important matters to do.” Of course. I did feel like Ash and Lud were ordered to be gone in an instant.

 

“Did they even have their lunch?”

 

“It’s almost dinner, Kennedy.”

 

I sat down as he assisted me. “Thank you. Why here?”

 

“Skyscrapers, towers, mountains, and anything tall fascinates me. I was barely able to watch the sunrise and sunset in New York.”

 

“It’s beautiful. Don’t you watch the sunset in your country?” Where he came from still intrigued me. He was not definitely British nor Australian, but for sure, he came from a very prominent family. Thayer may not ring a bell, but maybe it was his middle name or his fake name.

 

“Have you experienced almost half a year of winter?” he started as he sat across the table.

 

“Finland?”

 

“In Lapland. It wintered at least two hundred days a year.”

 

I drank my water. “Wow.”

 

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