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── .✦ MUSIC PLAYED on the stationary cruise as Freddie and Evie walked up onto the step and repeat backdrop in their Cotillion outfits. Evie wore a beautiful, sparkly, dark blue maxi dress that had a long train and she had blood red accessories, her hair tied in a low bun — whilst Freddie kept it simple, his lavender purple suit with a few dark purple accents on the tux itself such as the tie, and the buttons etc.
He was careful not to stand on her train as multiple photographers called their names and he placed his hands on her waist as they posed for the photos, "Evie, you look beautiful!" A photographer yelled to her, and Freddie chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"Doesn't she?!" Freddie yelled back, causing a few to laugh and Evie giggled, continuing to pose.
"Thank you so much." She spoke calmly, tilting her head as she pouted her lips towards the cameras, looking more gorgeous than ever.
"Did you design the barrette?" A reporter called out, and Evie smiled, holding onto the clip.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? Um, no, it's not my creation. Many of the hair accessories this evening are by a fabulous new designer. Dizzy of the Isles." Evie told them, and they all nodded, unsure of who that was.
"Prince Frederic, what do you have to say about your parents stepping down from the throne?" Another reporter asked, holding the microphone up to Freddie, who scrunched his brows towards them.
"What?" Freddie asked in complete confusion, and his mood was ruined by that question. How did a random reporter know that information existed before the son did? Evie noticed his smile falter, and grabbed onto his hand gently before pulling him away from the stage and towards the dance floor, stopping at the railing of the cruise, looking out to the water, "Thanks."
"Don't thank me, that must be horrible to hear from a stranger." Evie held onto his hand tightly, rubbing her freshly manicured fingers along the back of his hand comfortingly and he smiled towards her with a small nod.
"Yeah, but I'm sorta used to it, I guess. My parents hate me." Freddie shrugged, staring at their hands with a sad expression and Evie furrowed her brows towards him in confusion.
"What makes you say that?" Evie asked, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb, and he shrugged again, looking into the sea as her eyes were fixated on him, all of her attention fixated on him.
"I, uh, visited my parents on Family Day since, you know, I hadn't spoken to them for a while... which was completely unintentional, I was meant to call but I sorta forgot." He winced at himself, thinking that maybe it was his responsibility to call his parents to ask how they were doing, but in reality, it was the other way round.
