Happy Ever After

Metawin

"What are you doing here?"

I smile my most charming smile before pulling Dara up from her extremely expensive ergonomic office chair.

"Taking my would-be girlfriend for coffee of course."

"Cut the crap Win," Dara sighs but she is packing her Chanel mini bag as she says this and slipping on her sunglasses.

"You said I owe you coffee. So here I am buying you coffee."

"Sureeee," Dara drawls.

"What do you mean by that?," I ask. "Why else can I possibly be at your office?"

"I'll give you a clue. It starts with a letter B."

"Boredom?"

She is clearly unimpressed with my guess.
"Let's go Win. I need caffeine if I have to talk to you at 9 in the morning."

- - -

Dara and I slurped on our coffees.
We've been gossiping for a good half hour about the most mundane things. And now, we were just quietly sitting side by side, people watching. The perks of running our own businesses.

It hits me again just how comfortable I am with her. While other royals talk behind my back or are downright rude to me, Dara has never cared how much I had in my wallet or what my dad has done with our fortune. I don't think she'd treat me any different even if I lost my title.

She's family.

Before you say anything- wives are your family. If I marry her. She's family. So shut up.

I wonder though, do I have to marry her? I don't even know if I believe in marriage.

I used to.

But that was eons ago. Back when I thought it was just a big party with a lot of food and a lot of kissing.

I was a dumb kid, what can I say?

There was a time I even thought that I'd marry - never mind. That was long ago. Who cares what I thought would happen as a child? Life turned out very differently than what I expected.

I feel eyes on me. I turn and see Dara looking at me with arched brows. She was trying to look sassy but it was clear she was worried.

"Stop looking at me," I tell her before taking a long sip of my too sweet coffee.

"You didn't seem to mind when it was a hundred people staring at you."

"What are we talking about?"

"Do I really have to pull out my phone and play the video? It's on YouTube, right?"

Huh? "I don't understand what you're saying."

She snorts and presses her phone before showing me a video of me and Bright singing together.

I am stunned. I did see some cameras at the event but I didn't think a song from two men would be a big deal. Why would anyone care about me and the...

Oh yeah. Bright's the prince.

Who looks like a Greek God.

Who apparently had the voice of an angel.

Dara was wrong though.
No one watching this was watching me.
All eyes would be on him.

On that strand of hair that keeps falling on his eyes.

At that wide grin he flashes the children waving at him from the crowd.

At that sweet smile he gives me before he sings the next line.

I could burst into flames and no one would notice. I wouldn't notice.