Thrown into Royalty [chicklit romance] [REVISING]

VIII.

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VIII.

Ultimately, she looked much better in reality than on printed pages of gossip magazines.

Her raven tresses were curled at the ends, and ended below her chest. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes held a certain spark and her porcelain skin was flawless. She was dressed in a Burberry coat covering her with a white sleeveless Tommy Hilfiger fit-and-flare dress, with a black leather Hermès Birkin bag hanging on her arm. She wore a pair of black Manolo Blahnik flats, so the fact that I was wearing heels even when I was already much taller than the average European lady made me feel like a giantess.

Her pearly-whites appeared wider. "So how should I address you?" She asked.

"Maeve. Just Maeve." I told her, clearing my throat from my thoughts.

"It's lovely to finally meet the future Queen of Denmark. Where in the palace are you staying at for the moment being?" She asked.

"Uhm, I'm staying in Prince Noah's wing of the palace." I replied.

She tilted her head to the side, a bit bewildered. "Isn't there a guest wing?"

I frowned at this new piece of information. "Well," I thought of something else, "Noah's my host, so it's more appropriate to put me in a guest suite of his rather than a whole other wing that I wouldn't know my way around."

She smiled. "Okay." She accepted my answer, then went into the walk-in wardrobe of the suite, with me not sure whether to follow her or not. She came out in a matter of seconds, with a pair of ballet shoes in her hands. "I just arrived here in Drottningholm, but I've already arranged for ballet classes in the Drottningholm Theatre. I have to be there as soon as possible."

"Wait," I held a hand up, "you do ballet?" I asked, my eyes widening a bit.

She frowned. "Yes. Why, unless you do ballet too...?"

"Yes! I mean, uhm, I do ballet." I recovered.

"Then have ballet classes with me. It'll be wonderful to have a friend for the classes, since it's usually a one-on-one class. Do you have your ballet items with you?"

"Yes. I brought them along, just in case. Give me a minute to retrieve my things before we go for the class!" I told her, then rushed out of the suite on my heels, while trying to not look improper as the future Queen of Denmark.

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I returned, and she had already changed into a pair of black tights and a white cotton crop top with long sleeves, with her ballet flats fitted onto her feet. I had also traded my previous outfit for my knitted blouse, black tights and my ballet flats.

"So, about Noah being your host during your stay here," she furrowed her eyebrows, "is he a friend of yours that you knew before coming here?"

I would have said 'yes' without consideration, but the 'friend' part, I didn't know. "I'm not exactly sure about what we are." I told her truthfully.

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

I shrugged. "We hold hands and he kisses my forehead or my hand before he leaves for somewhere else, but I'm not sure whether it's just harmless flirting between friends or... more." I confessed.