Grace was sitting peacefully while taking a few sips of coffee, as she continued to scroll through her social media, for some reason her social account was flooded with comments and new followers until she realised the reason for this sudden rise in popularity in popularity as she came across articles and photos of her and Alexander from the Royal event spread throughout the news and other social media platforms. As she continued to look through the article, she came across a photo of herself and Alexander, which she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach.
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She checked the comments below the picture some were good filled with curiosity of knowing her while some criticized her but one comment caught her eye.
"I'm not sure what their relationship is, but I was one of the people there to see them in person. I noticed how he looks at heras if she is the only woman who has ever existed, and she is the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with."
She wouldn't help but smile bitterly, "Only if they knew the truth."
As she continued to enjoy her little free time before returning to work, she heard the employees whisper something among themselves while staring at her with hatred-filled eyes.
"Isn't she the one who joined Prince at yesterday's event?"
"Why would Mr. Blackwood consider a woman like her to accompany Prince, especially for a royal event?"
"She must be on cloud nine, believing she has a chance with him."
They all laughed, Grace just rolled her eyes and was about to leave when she heard something she didn't want to.
"I heard Amelia is here to meet Alexander; I'm not surprised they dated for so long, and who knows, maybe Prince is finally here to marry her."
Grace POV
"I heard Amelia is here to meet Alexander; I'm not surprised they dated for so long, and who knows, maybe Prince is finally here to marry her."
Amelia? I recognize her; she has always been a hot topic in Italian media, and it's no surprise that her beauty can put anyone to shame. She's a famous celebrity with royal blood; she and Alexander are friends, from what I've heard, but I had no idea they dated.
I felt a pang in my heart, as if he was here for her or they were betrothed.
So, why did he kiss me like I was his?
Why were there expressions of hurt when I spoke those harsh words?
I sighed. On my way back to my cabin, I received a call from an unknown number, which made me wonder if I should answer it.
I accepted the call with some hesitation.
"Hello?" I spoke (no response)
"Hello?" I asked again, but there was still no answer, so I ended the call, assuming it was a spam call, until I received it again.
