Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
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"I heard what happened to Prince Marcellus. It's horrible." I nodded at Clarissa, leaning forward to apply a lick of mascara to my dark lashes. "I can't believe he was drunk enough to fall off a balcony."
I kept my mouth shut, knowing my voice would somehow betray me. It's been three weeks since Marcellus' death and slowly the guilt and the nightmares were disappearing, but it still haunted me.
"So, how was your little vacation?" I smiled, reminiscing the surprise Hardin had planned for me.
"It was amazing, just two weeks of the pure privacy. I never how much I valued having no one around until that vacation. I even cooked for the two of us, and there was a little jacuzzi out on the terrace. I wish I could go back."
"Perhaps you and I could go one day? You know, if Hardin is ever too busy?" I nodded, but knew that would never happen anyways. That place was ours, Hardin and I's.
It unified the two of us, bonded our souls and gave us the much needed solace the two of us needed to heal. Now, whenever I thought our son, I smiled and remembered the happy memories during my pregnancy instead of crying over what I had lost.
There was a sharp knock on the door, and Clarissa ordered them to enter before I could even open my mouth. Rowan peeked her head in and then smiled, as she dashed towards us.
In her hands were two postcards. I had already snatched them out of her hand and blurted out a quick thank you, before turning them over. Rory's signature was plastered on the bottom and a picture of her and Wyatt lounging on the beach was taped to it.
I laughed at the funky glasses, Rory had probably forced Wyatt to wear for the photo and then turned my attention over to the next one.
Delphine chose a more sophisticated honeymoon in the country side, and a photograph of her and Phillip riding their Arabians through the windy moors. It was truly something out of a romance novel.
I stood and cross the room to open up my top drawer, before slipping them inside with all the rest. "Ari, have you seen Hardin?"
"I think he's in his office working right now." I mindlessly brushed away some dust from the counter and then turned. "Why?"
"Oh...I uh just have some personal days to discuss with him."
Smiling at her, I gestured towards the door. "You can go, I don't have anything for you to do."
Her eyes lingered on my silk pyjamas and then she laughed. "Ari, you're still in your pyjamas."
I rolled my eyes. "I can get changed by myself." It was honestly sort of embarrassing that someone else's job was to dress me.
"Okay, okay but if you need anything..."
"Go!" I shooed her out, laughing as I slammed the door shut. Shaking my head, I made my way back to Clarissa, sitting opposite my vanity.
