Our Life Together

Chapter Thirty

"This dress is beautiful," I comment on the dress my maids have put me in. It is a dark plum color with elaborate floral designs on it. The sleeves just barely reach off my shoulder and it has an open back. My maids have my hair in a knot on top of my head.

"Thank you, Princess Celia," they mumble at the same time. A knock sounds at the door that connects my dressing room to my bedroom. I walk over to it and open it. My maids slide out past Flynn. When I move over in front of him, a large smile forms on his lips.

"You look beautiful, Celia," he comments. A smile and take in his outfit. He has on a black suit with a white dress shirt and a plum color tie that matches my dress.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I comment. He chuckles and hold out his arm for me to take. Without any questions, I latch on and we walk out of our bedroom and into the hallway. We're quiet as we journey through the halls until we make it to the doors of the Great Room.

A guard near the door announces our entrance and we walk through the doors. The sound of applause welcomes us into the Great Room. The room is full of life, making my decorations - which would shock even me if I hadn't planned this - look even more festive. All of the tables have pastel green and purple table cloths. All of the flower arrangements have colorful eggs hidden in them. A band stands in one corner. On the opposite side of the room is table set up with punch bowls and displays of different kinds of cookies and macaroons.

"This is amazing, Celia," Flynn breathes next to me. I smile at him and peck a small kiss on his cheek that causes another round of cheers and claps.

"Thank you," I whisper back. He smiles at me and leads me around the room to greet all of our visitors. We give everyone a quick 'hello' and a 'how have you been?' before moving onto the next person and repeat the process.

When we finally finish our walk around the room, Flynn and I do a quick waltz, but then he leads me over to the long table at one end of the room where our family is sitting. I take a seat next to my mother while Flynn sits to my left.

"This party is truly amazing, Celia," my mother says. I smile at her and focus on the rest of the conversation. Most of it revolves around how the country is doing or how the trip to New Asia went. I take silent for most of.

"If you will excuse me, I am going to go do some more rounds," I say, finally getting tired of the conversation at the table. Every gives me smiles as I stand up and walk towards the table in front of the garden doors, which is one spot I have really wanted to be able to get to.

I fill my plate up with finger sandwiches and cookies. I stand off to the side and nibble on a cucumber sandwich, taking small, ladylike bites so the press doesn't criticize me on the large bites I wish I could be taking. Something about standing on the side, watching everyone else enjoy themselves calms me and before I know it, I am just standing there watching people in elaborate dresses and suits dance.

"This doesn't look like making your rounds," a voice next to me says. I almost jump since I didn't notice the person walk up beside me. I look over at Coen and inwardly moan.

"I never specified if my rounds would be visiting the guests or visiting the refreshments table," I say in response. He nods and leans back against the wall with me.

"Why didn't you just bring it back to the table then?" he asks. I shrug, not really sure why myself.

"I don't know. I just wasn't feeling party mood. I haven't really felt it since the egg hunt," I say. He nods and motions out to the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance with me?" he asks. I raise my eyebrows, squint my eyes and shake my head.

"No, I'm good. I've only danced with Flynn once this entire time anyways," I respond. Coen shakes his head.

"Seriously, Celia? You aren't going to get away by saying that. I know the real reason you don't want to dance with me," he responds. I turn my body away from the crowd so I am completely facing Coen. I almost through my arms out but manage to catch myself so no one suspects anything.

"Then you realize the reason I didn't want to be at the table," I spit back at him. Only once I say this do I realize the truth. I don't want to be at the table because I realize how much keeping the truth about the kiss away from Flynn would hurt him.

"You're going to have dance with me eventually, Celia. Just go ahead and do it now," he says. I sigh, knowing that fighting with him will only make this night harder for me. I nod.

"Fine, but just this one," I say. We stand in silence and wait for the current song to finish. When it does, Coen holds out his hand for me to take and leads me out onto the dance floor where we dance in silence. On the other side of the dance floor, I see Flynn and Emily dancing. With Flynn catches my eye, he winks, which causes me to smile back at him.

When the song finishes, I break away from Coen and move across the dance floor to Flynn. He puts out his hand and I take it automatically. We move to the beat of the music, our bodies only inches apart.

"Emily didn't scare you too bad, did she?" I whisper. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No worse than any trauma Coen could have caused," he responds. I laugh but when it comes out it seems more forced than it should. Flynn raises his eyebrows and his eyes glisten with concern. "Are you okay?" he whispers. I nod and try to give him a genuine smile which probably looks fake.

"I'm fine," I lie. He dips his head down in a questioning way.

"Celia, I know you better than that. What's wrong?" he whispers. I move my eyes away to try to think of a quick lie. I think of nothing and don't respond. "I'm serious. What's wrong? You haven't been the same since I took you on that egg hunt in the garden," he says.

I open my mouth to reply. I'm about to tell him the truth when an excuse comes to mind. "I guess I'm just upset that you found such a good way to show how much you love me while I can't think of anything that creative," I respond. He smiles at me and leans down so his forehead is on mine.

"Celia, you don't need some grand gesture to show how much you love me. All that matters is that you love me," he whispers. His warm breath tickles my nose. He leans his lips down so they are mine.

"Flynn, I love you," I whisper when we pull apart. He smiles down at me.

"I know," he whispers back.

And here is another chapter that took way longer than necessary to write. I wanted to update but I never had enough time until this weekend but I got really sick and just felt nasty... But please comment and vote!

Who else got The Heir (which as I am going to add my disclaimer here by saying that Kiera Cass owns that and not me.) and loved it until the last 20 pages???

The dress in the picture is the one Celia is wearing in this chapter.

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