A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 48 - Goodnight

"YOU'RE MARRIED?!" She shouted through her phone.

She winced. A hand of a finger in one of her earholes, distanced herself slightly as she brought it further from her ears. Averithe grimaced. It was a mistake to bring it too close to her ears.

A literal shout. She didn't know she was capable of doing that at all. From the other side of the line, she might as well have it falling into her eardrums.

Jesus.

"YOU'RE MARRIED." She shouted, awfully stated.

"Well, Almost. And I'm getting, married. Not ye-"

Hands in the back of her jeans- which she realised she wasn't wearing any of them. She was wearing a night-dress, a nightgown which she'd grown so accustomed to that it was a part of her routine of a daily schedule. And she awkwardly slid it back forward to the front of her thighs, falling at her side.

"When are you going to tell me?" She softly whined.

"I'm telling you now." She flatly replied.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "As soon as you get everything organised, you tell me."

Silence.

She didn't think that Renesmee would be the type of person to be so hyped about this. She'd figured she would be the calm person who would take this and things as it is, calmly, not like some wrecker-of-a-bulldozer. She didn't think that she would be that type of person. Really. But she didn't think that it was all that bad for her, or bring in death, she supposed. It might be because she told her that she was single.

And all herself can do, she mentioned that all she did, or what she can do was everything was read diaries of people, watch petty, soapy operas and watch a marathon all day on TV. She heard, and it seemed a lot like her.

Besides being a vampire. It might be one of the reasons why that made it hard for her-  vampires to find love? She thought of it.

And she didn't know if she was reading, or could her mind.

But it was out in the open now. And she could not do a thing right now.

Besides, that Cain that proposed to her like a mad man. And that like a gorilla-of-a-man that he is, she really had no idea that he was gonna do it. Not even a clue, or a single picture close in her head. Nada.

She hadn't had the time yet to be able to clearly think after the skate. And the skating rink. Rather, falling, over at it, she meant. And all Cain did was laugh at her before he came, propped her up and helped her on her own two feet. Her frowning didn't stop him from doing it. She was that bad at it.

And that her sorry ass was sore by the time she reached to the bottom of the lobby, and the elevator upwards towards her room of doom. And all she had was to sit down, but she went against it. Her muscles hurt from the hours and from the falling of a skating. That was all she could think about.

She spaced out.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm here." She answered quick.

After the incident, that she had an urge to tell Renesmee about everything. Her face was feeling flushed after the disembarking moment, and going back to her room was hell. She felt like she was on fire. Even though it was winter. And she would want her to be the special person who would be so happily in attending her wedding.

And once she checked and flipped out her phone, she was surprised to see a missed call from Renesmee. Surprisingly, she got a message from her, that said 'Sorry, just testing things out. Call me when you need anything!!'