Thrown into Royalty [chicklit romance] [REVISING]

XXI.

A/N: So sorry for taking so long to update! I have had a lot of things to do, and I was writing this chapter when I stopped and decided to write the latest chapter for Catnip in order to regain my creative juices. I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Outfits for Margaux, Caterina and Maeve are up! Check them out on the link of my profile. xx

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XXI.

An hour later, we had to get ready to go to Stockholm Palace to greet Margaux's cousin, the Crown Prince of Spain. I quickly wore on a sleeveless Carolina Herrera white pleated shift dress and Organa heels with a white Chanel quilted sling bag. I fastened on the earrings, bracelet, watch and ring that matched my outfit before heading into the limo at the porch of Drottningholm Palace. I pulled on my black Harrods fur cape since it was a little chilly outside.

The valet opened the door for me, giving a nod of acknowledgement which I reciprocated before sliding into the seats. Margaux was already there, checking through her phone with her Saint Laurent shades on. Her raven hair was in a messy Parisienne updo as she wore an Erdem top and Peter Pilotto culottes, with a little embellishment with her Marni belt under her white Haider Ackermann coat.

"The guys haven't come down yet?" I asked her.

"They'll be down soon. So, is Medusa coming with us?" She looked up at me, lifting her sunglasses momentarily as if expecting me to say no.

I shook my head. "She just started today, and the locals don't know about this so it's best if I don't reveal it until she's ready."

She shook her head. "I will never know what makes her compatible to be next-in-line to you." She muttered.

The car door opened, revealing Noah and Christoffer as they wore crisp and perfectly-tailored suits. They were chatting about something, as evident on the grins on their faces.

"Boys," Margaux started as they took their seats, "are you ready to meet your future brother-in-law?"

Noah sighed. "Don't make me think about that now. If anything happens, I'll beat him to a pulp like what I almost did with that other ex of Caterina."

I rolled my eyes. "He sounds like a nice guy. Just give him a chance, will you? Also, he's Margaux's cousin and she's said good things so just relax. I've never seen Caterina smile so much in a day, by the way."

"Yeah, and I've never seen Caterina text so much in a day." Christoffer added. "Now tell me that isn't a bad influence."

His French duchess of a girlfriend gave him a pointed look. "Daniel's not much of a texter either, so that means that they like each other just fine. Now, promise me the both of you won't intimidate him."

"Well, seeing that we're her older brothers, I doubt that we don't even need to exchange a glance with him to know that he's already intimidated by us." Christoffer scoffed, igniting peals of laughter between him and Noah as they shared a hi-five.

"You guys better not make fun of him, even in Swedish. He doesn't understand or speak Swedish, so you all are to speak English at all times in front of him." Margaux simply shook her head in dismay and looked back at her phone. "Well, Daniel touched down after lunch which was when Caterina should have already been at the airport and now that it's nearing five, it's safe to say that they've probably established some sort of relationship here." She told us, her head down in the direction of her phone. "The media is just gobbling up the news and the pictures— oh, and now the royal enthusiasts think they're compatible. Perfect!"