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Foreign Affairs (Blaine)

Hello :DD here's my first attempt at writing a Foreign Affairs (BlainexMC) fan fiction! I divided it into two parts because it was too lengthy. Enjoy!

If someone went to ask Sadie Montreale years ago if Melissa's political conventions and jamborees excited her, the twenty-two-year-old would have answered, "No. It drains out my energy."

They always do. Ever since young Montreale was an innocent child and was still unaware of how politics run, her mother, the president of Rutherland, always managed to bring her precious Sadie whenever she attended conferences and the like. There were occurrences when the two would dispute Melissa's strict guidelines yet involving her daughter in politics. 

At the same time, Melissa is always distressed by her child's liberated ways of enjoying herself. It all began when she entered Vancross Institute for International Diplomacy.

Though she experienced all kinds of trouble, peril, and distress, including a lake scandal with her mysterious lover—Sadie would say to anyone that it was all worth it. Now, she stands across the massive mirror in her chamber, preparing for yet another presidential banquet. It has been months since Rutherland achieved unanimous signatures from several domains back in the Peace Summit, obtaining allies and even peace with a century-old rival—Ardona.

Speaking of; one of the reasons why Sadie couldn't be any more exuberant was because all Rutherland's allies would be present in the said banquet, and if Ardona's Prime Minister is to attend, then it would only mean one thing—that a dashing, young lad named Blaine Hayes would be there as well. And Sadie felt giddy enough, fumbling with the silver hairband in her hands, almost shaking as she secured it on her head. 

Her lips twitch into a slight curve, belaying a broad smile, one that the first daughter would gladly offer once Blaine is left speechless at the sight of her. In fact, the lad always was, mesmerized in her beauty, both when she dressed up or when she wasn't, whenever they made love. 

But how could Blaine ever avert his gaze away when Sadie wore but a daring, sparkling cerulean dress?

She smirks as a few thoughts whirl inside her mind—Blaine, doing all but his mightiest in restraining himself from taking the first daughter right then and there or using up all his prepared spirit trying not to act risque while they dined together with their families. 

And then, Sadie lets out a sigh, realizing how much imagining about Blaine managed to eat almost half of her remaining time.

Sadie almost tripped herself when she hurriedly ran outside their manor, and she immediately wears a sheepish smile at the sight of her glaring mother. 

"You took too long, young Montreale. Too long," Melissa scowled even more. Sadie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, forcing out a chuckle.

"Sorry, Mom..." she grinned as she scanned the perimeter. "Where's Tatum?"

"I gave him the day-off. He's been working non-stop since the Peace Summit."

"That's nice! Really nice," Sadie laughs in relief.

Who wouldn't? Deep down, Sadie owed her mother a lot for giving Tatum, her bodyguard, slash childhood friend and ex-lover, the day off. It would have been too awkward if Sadie mingled with Blaine while Tatum was right there on her side, and besides, without Tatum, she would be able to freely and easily sneak out with the first son of Ardona. 

If Tatum allowed himself to throw a fit whenever he felt jealous of Blaine, he would have; especially that time when Ayna had asked Sadie to film a fake sex scandal with the rival's child—and the mere thought of Sadie Montreale in bed with the First Son of Ardona was enough to ignite the jealousy inside Sadie's head of security.