The Matchmaker: Wreck The Royal Wedding

Chapter 12

Mix is feeling hopeless as he sat in front of a table full of food - from appetizers and soups, to full course meals of steak, chicken, seafood and all kinds of fruits and desserts.

"Please try some, Your Highness. We want to have the best meal for your wedding."

Mix let out a dry laugh. "My wedding? Right, the one that's going to happen in three fucking days instead of five weeks as originally scheduled?"

"Mix." White warned the young Prince. They are in front of too many people for him to act like a petulant child.

"Really, White? Am I really just supposed to follow what I'm told? Why can't I even speak to my father?"

"The King is sorting things out with Lady Alicia's parents. Moving the marriage date up was sudden, so the King himself is overseeing the arrangements for your future in-laws." White tried to reason with the Prince.

Mix felt it was pointless to talk to White. The Royal Adviser is hellbent on doing his job, even if it costs him their friendship.

To be honest, everyone is just being so unreasonable at this point. Mix didn't even have to get married in the first place. Now they're even moving the wedding date earlier than planned. Something is definitely going on, and Mix hates that he is just a pawn for someone else's games.

"My brother?"

"The Crown Prince is with his wife, Your Highness. The Princess was having a bad case of morning sickness since yesterday so they decided to go to the hospital this morning."

"How about the bride? Isn't she supposed to be doing this with me?"

White is clearly getting annoyed. "Have you not been listening, Your Highness? The first thing I told you when I knocked on your door this morning is that Lady Alicia isn't feeling well, so you'll need to work on the wedding preparations alone today."

"The King's busy, my brother is outside, my bride is sick and you dismissed my personal bodyguards and replaced them with Aran's handpicked men. Really, White? I expected much more from a friend."

White moved closer to whisper to Mix. "Look, Mix. You and I don't have much of a choice here. Just get this food tasting done and over with because we still need to do the final fitting for your suit."

Mix wanted to keep being stubborn but with Earth gone and his phone confiscated, he knew White was right. At this particular moment, Mix doesn't have a choice.

So the Prince picked up his spoon and tried the soup nearest to him. The taste was unique but familiar, so he took two more spoonfuls of it.

"Where's the chef?"

"Chef?"

"The one who prepared this, where is he?"

"All the chefs should still be in the kitchen, waiting for your final decision."

Mix didn't even let White finish. All he could think of was Win's call that morning:

"Get out of the Palace, Your Highness. I can't say much because we don't know who's listening. Just keep your eyes and ears open. One of us is coming to get you."

Mix ran as fast as he can. As soon as he opened the double doors leading to the kitchen, he saw the familiar face behind the unique soup.

Singto.

Mix could clearly remember the tasty soup he had when he first met Anya and the rest of the couples.

All the other chefs were obviously surprised but Singto just smiled as he walked closer to the Prince.