Our Life Together

Chapter Twenty Six

"The arbors need to go in front of the garden doors!" I say to the butlers who are trying to position the white arches with flowers weaved into it. They both mumble a 'Yes, Princess Celia' and begin to move the arches to where I wanted them instead of where they were previously placed. I turn around and look at all the tables that are yet to get their table clothes.

"Where are the-" I start. A hand on my shoulder stops me. I turn around and my mother stands. Her red lips are curled into a warm smile that helps to calm some of the nerves inside of me. She takes my hand in hers and rubs little circles into it.

"Celia, you need to calm down. The maids and butlers might think of you as more of a dictator than a princess," she says. I shake my head.

"I can't! This ball has to be perfect. There is so much to do for just the ball without Sunrise service on Sunday and getting the palace grounds ready for the egg hunt," I explain. I try to pull away from my mother but her grasp on my hand is firm.

"Celia, I know you're nervous about your father and Flynn coming back, but that is no reason to be aggressively preparing a ball that is in three days," she says. I nod and take a deep breath before turning around in time to see Grace, my mother's right hand man-er, lady-running into the great room.

"Queen America! They landed!" she says. Grace helps my mother with a lot significant yet insignificant royal duties. When I was five, she replaced Silvia when she retired. Since then, she has been on top of everything related to foreign affair.

"They did?" my mother asks. Grace nods. My mother glances over at me before continuing. "When did they get back?" she questions. Grace looks down at her clipboard. She then looks at her watch before returning to my mother's face.

"About 15 minutes ago. They should be arriving in anywhere to 15 to 30 minutes depending on traffic," she reports. My mother nods and after exchanging a few more words with Grace about the egg hunt on Saturday, she dismisses her.

"Celia, would you like to take a break?" my mother asks. I nod and wrap my arms around her. She tells me to find everyone else and tell them to meet us in the main parlor we use for nonformal events. I agree and quickly run around tryig to find my brother and Flynn's siblings.

Once everyone has been quickly informed, meaning I said, "They'll be here soon. Meet in the main parlor," I race down to the main palace doors in order to be the first one to get to see Flynn. I hide myself a chair that is surrounded by some palnts. I can only hope the large, green leaves with hide me from my father.

It is hard for me to stay hidden behind the chair when my father walks in. I simply wish to jump up from my spot behind the chair and have my father's arms wrapped around me; to feel safety surround me with his familiar cologne. I stay hidden, though, so I can wait for Flynn.

A few minutes after my father has disappeared, the door opens again and Flynn steps into view. He silently closes the large, wooden door behind him and begins to walk down the hallway in my direction. As he passes me, I stand up. His hazel eyes move over to me and light up with joy. He runs towards me and picks me up. Before I realize what is happening, I am being swung around in the air.

"Celia," he whispers in a low, seductive voice that only I can hear. I smile up at him.

"Do you have a clue as to how much I've missed you?" I whisper. He bends down so our foreheads are touching. He dark hair tickles the line where my red hair starts.

"I don't know. I doubt it is as much as I've missed you," he whispers back. I giggle a little. He breath feels warm on my nose. "And you know, you owe me a back rub." I giggle and nod slightly.

"Well, that will have to wait till later. You know what my parents would think if we both suddenly disappeared," I whisper. He chuckles, sending a gust of warm air at my face.

"What do you think they are thinking now, then?" he questions. I giggle and shrug my shoulders.

"I say let them think what they think," I whisper. As if this was some magical code, Flynn's hands move around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He leans down so his lips are on mine. It is nothing like the other kisses I have shared. This one is full of passion. It is so unlike the ones I had with Ethan or Kevin. It is so much better than the kiss I had with Coen.

Flynn's kiss is so sweet. It gives me a warm, bubbly feeling in my chest. If there were ever a feeling you ever wished to keep with you for an eternity, this would be that feeling.

Yet, something is wrong with his kiss. Something feels out of place. It only takes me a second to place it:

Guilt.

Yay! Flynn is back! Do you have any clue how excited I was for Flynn and Maxon to come back? I was really eager to write this chapter... Please comment and vote!

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Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was an author named Kiera Cass. She owned The Selection, not the girl who is writing this story. And then something about Happily Ever After that I couldn't think of goes here.