Princess?

Chapter 17

Camilla's P. O. V.

"Mom! Dad! Angela! Oh my gosh!"

I hug my parents and best friend, "I can't believe you guys are here!"

My mom pulls away, "You still haven't told us why we're here. "

I sigh, "Of course. Let's go talk in the library. "

As I lead them to the library, I stop a servant, "Can we have tea in the library, please? Thank you. "

I hear Angela say from behind me, "You seem awfully comfortable here. Have you and Tony been staying here?"

I stay silent as we walk into the library. I sit down and smile, "I'm sure you're all wanting an explanation-"

"Darling, I thought I heard you in here."

I look over to the door to see Louis walking in. He walks over to me and sits down, kissing me quickly.

My mom furrows her brows, "What's going on?"

I look at Louis and take his hand, "Mom, dad, Angela, this is Prince Louis of France. My fiancé. "

They all gasp. My dad quickly says, "What happened to Tony?"

I bite my lip, "He cheated on me and got another woman pregnant. I was not happy with him. Then I met Louis. And he made me feel loved. More loved than I've ever felt before. He could get me annulled from Tony. So I took it. And he proposed to me just two days ago"

Angela grabs my hand and gasps, "Oh that ring is gorgeous!"

I smile, "It is. So, guys, the wedding will be in three months. That's why I told you to pack a lot of clothes. I want you to stay here until then. I need my mom to help me with the planning. And my maid of honor here! So, what do you say?"

My mom smiles, "Of course darling. Oh my gosh! You're going to be a princess!"

I laugh, "It's crazy. "

Louis looks at me, "I've had them set the tea up in the garden outside. Shall we?"

I smile, "Thank you, darling. That sounds delightful. "

We all walk outside. Angela links her arm with mine, "Darling? Delightful? You've been here for 6 months and you're already starting to talk like a European. "

I laugh, "Well, it's a step up from hearing New York accents all the time!"

Angela smiles, "True. This place is so beautiful. I can't believe you're marrying a real Prince. "

I smile and nudge her, "Who knows, you may find a handsome Frenchman while you're here. You may never want to leave. "

Angela squeezes my arm lightly, "I hope so"

We both laugh as we sit down.