Thrown into Royalty [chicklit romance] [REVISING]

II.

A/N: Hello again! Above is Sam Claflin, who portrays Noah. Because Sam Claflin is dreamy. And has green eyes. Sigh. Don't forget to vote and comment, and to check out Maeve's outfit for this chapter on my Polyvore page on my Wattpad profile! xx

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II.

"Maeve? So how was your day?" Aunt Julia asked as I stepped into the household.

"It was fine." I told her nonchalantly, setting my repaired scooter to the side before marching up to the fridge for something to eat.

"What happened over at Mrs. Herczeg's?" She asked, walking over to me. She had changed her clothes— a black cocktail dress, with pointed-toe pumps and her hair was down in its natural, beautiful dark curls.

"My appointment was cut short, well, because basically almost the whole town was there." I shrugged. "But I've got enough answers for whatever I needed."

She gave a quick glance at me as she went on to pour for herself tea. It was her routine before she'd go out for any event. "Alright, sweetheart. Where else did you go? You couldn't have taken all six hours that you were out in Mrs. Herczeg's office."

I picked up a sandwich from this morning from the fridge. "I got into an accident with a stranger and the handle on my scooter broke so I went to the hardware store to get the stuff to repair it." I said, removing any trace of Noah from my story.

"Is it repaired now?" She asked.

"Yes, it is," I nodded, then spun to face her. I took a deep breath before continuing on with what I wanted to say. "This morning, about Prince Christoffer, do you know about anybody else that came along with him to Budapest who is royalty too?"

She shook her head, stirring her tea slowly and more idly. "The news never said anything about any other royals who came along, and neither did his younger siblings come too. Why are you asking?" She tilted her head curiously as she looked at me.

I looked back at the sandwich and waved her off. "Nothing much. I guess... I mean, I passed by Buda Castle and I got a glimpse of Prince Christoffer when he visited it?" I lied.

"Oh? You did? Well, good on you. Anyway, I have to go right now for the book club meet up and the party tonight. Will you be coming for the party?" She asked.

"What party?" I arched an eyebrow at her.

"Our neighbour's party down the street." She responded. "It's some party thrown for no apparent reason, I think."

I preferred to stay at home and I didn't have any plans, so I shook my head. "I'm staying."

"Alright, so I've already cooked some dinner and it's in the fridge. You just heat it up and you'll be good to go," she told me, grabbing her coat. "I'll be back late, sometime past midnight. I don't really expect you to be back at a certain time if you need to go out, but I want you to be safe, okay?"

"Don't worry, I won't be out." I told her. "Have a good time!"

"You too, Maeve!" She closed the door behind her and I was officially alone for the rest of the day. I took my first bite of the sandwich as I checked whether the door was locked before heading towards the couch to watch some television when raps on the door made me turn to the door again. I rolled my eyes. Aunt Julia obviously left something.

I walked up to the door and opened it, laughing at her forgetfulness. "Did you forget—" My sentence got cut by the sight of familiar green eyes in front of me. I stared up at him, stunned that he was at my doorstep.