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Prince Bright Guntithanon is betrothed to Dara Kittiyangkul. Well, sort of bethrothed. She has the option to dissolve the union. But Bright is handsome, char...
Of course I knew it was a ruse to get me to go to the Royal Palace.
My school and the organizations we helped each received a letter informing them that they have been chosen to be part of the Blue Hearts list of awardees - which would have been believably a coincidence if the letters didn't come a only three days before the ball.
Maybe it would have been more believable if the usually schedule-strict Dara wasn't so unbothered by such a late invitation, not to mention that hours after receiving said invitation, she miraculously already had a whole ass gown and suit ready for the both of us.
I mean come on. I'm not that dense.
But was I going to complain? Nope.
I know I told Bright I'd give him time to think but a week without any contact was driving me insane. I was not about to pass up on an excuse to see him. Even if it meant being around pompous royals who may or may not bully me the first chance they get.
Right now though, am not quite sure if I could endure this torture. Because the beautiful, meltingly gorgeous, can-I-please-rip-off-your-suit prince was so near me but yet so far. Every time our eyes would meet, every time I'd take one step to approach him - he'd always be whisked away by some foreign dignitary or diplomat.
In a crowd of hundreds, I felt like a lonely sore thumb.
Dara had tried to drag me to her table a couple of times. But she and Tia were attracting douche bros like moths to a flame and I wanted none of that near me.
Drinking alone it is!
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Not that I could go beyond a couple of glasses. It would be a disaster to get drunk here, surrounded by people just dying to tear each other apart over the slightest misstep.
I get myself a glass. Maybe I can drink this slowly and quietly and then sneak out. Dara can handle the awarding by herself.
Maybe I could stop by the kitchen and hang with Chayakorn. I could steal a few beers and after this party is done, I could finally steal some time from the prince.
That is if he wanted to see me.
I remember his half closed eyes. His wrists straining against my palm. The taste of his soft moans on my lips. The heat of his mouth on my neck as he climbs on top of me. I can almost feel the weight of his chest pressing down on mine, only grains of sand separating our bodies.
He had to want me, right?
There is no way this is a one-sided feeling?
The uncertainty creeps up on me again.
Without thinking, I down my champagne.
"Wow, good thing I brought you another glass."
I glance up. Hoping hoping that the voice belonged to a prince.
