Leonor
It was Friday. The day I would be meeting Gavi downtown for drinks.
I was nervous. Very nervous, actually. I had no reason to be. I wasn't interested in him, and he wasn't interested in me. It was simple, really.
The only thing that wasn't simple was choosing what to wear. I wanted to look elegant and keep my royal look, but I also wanted to look modern and chic. I was digging through my closet impatiently. None of my dresses seemed to fit the occasion.
Finally, I settled on a dress that I thought would do. It was navy blue and floor length. I had a matching pair of earrings that complimented my eyes extremely well.
I had one hour until I had to be at the restaurant.
Getting ready was the easy part. I put my music on shuffle and blasted it in the bathroom, dancing along to my favorite songs. After I slipped the dress on, I curled my hair lightly, not to the point where it was too curly. I added my earrings and stepped back to look at myself in the mirror.
I smiled a little. I looked good. Really good.
I touched up my makeup from that morning and sprayed some more perfume before I was ready. I grabbed a matching blue handbag and my phone and quickly hustled out of my bedroom.
I ran into Sofia in the hallway, and her eyes immediately lit up.
"Leonor, you look stunning!" She gasped excitedly.
"I tried my best," I laughed, rushing over to her and giving her a hug. I was sort of glad she had set this whole date up for me.
"Text me if you need anything at all. Okay?" Sofia said.
I nodded to her quickly, said my goodbyes, and hustled down the stairs. I had lost track of time, and if I didn't get there soon, I would be late. Great.
Mario was waiting with our personal car out back like promised. I had requested our family car instead of the limo because it would be less recognizable. I didn't want to be seen on my date quite so quickly.
"Mario, please bring me to The Pub downtown, please," I huffed, trying to buckle in my seatbelt. He just nodded and began to pull away from the palace.
The time read 6:55 PM. I was supposed to be there for 7. Shit.
"Can you drive fast, Mario? I'm kind of in a hurry," I called from the backseat. He just blankly stared at me. I was afraid he hadn't heard me.
Suddenly, the car lurched forward. We were speeding down the city streets at lightning speed. At 7 on the dot, we pulled into the parking lot. That was the faster I had ever ridden in a car before.
"Woah," I gasped.
"Wow," Mario agreed.
"Have a good date, princess," he called as I stepped out of the vehicle.
"Not a date, but thank you," I retorted over my shoulder, scurrying into the restaurant.
When I entered the restaurant, I paused in the doorway to look for Gavi. He was nowhere to be seen. I huffed to myself, hoping that he showed up. I'd look like an idiot if he didn't.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1
RomancePablo Gavi is a young, 19 year old footballer hailing from Spain. He is talented, skillful and very attractive. Princess Leonor is the future queen of Spain and heir to the Spanish throne. She has no interest in a footballer who so happens to play i...