Dalia thought it would've taken a bit longer to convince her mother of the trip to Paris, but apparently, Isabella was just way too happy to have her daughter agree to the marriage without putting up a fight that she couldn't see past her daughters intentions.
The brunette had demanded that her security detail consisted of only three people, which had caused her mother to frown and disagree, until her daughter had told her convincingly that it was just that she wanted to have as much privacy with Christopher as possible. The princess had a nag for lying, or so she was discovering.
"We leave in three days, so I that I can get as much time as possible to ultimate the details of my getaway." Dalia said in a low tone, they were in a closed down café in the main plaza of the country's capital, there was no one around, but she had learned that the walls had ears.
"Is there anything you need me to do?" The man asked. She had grown to at least respect him, he was doing something that would've been considered treason, and the girl was really thankful for that, although she would take the blame if anything went wrong.
"Just play your part" He looked back at her a little bit puzzled so reached to her bag that was resting on an empty chair and pulled out a plain white binder. He looked at her as though she had grown a second head, but she just ignored him and flipped through a few pages before settling on one with a list in neat handwriting. "There is going to be an official State meeting with Macron on the day of our arrival, so you are going as my companion for the evening, those would be the first 24 hours of the 72 I have. Pack a suit" she said the last part, looking directly at the attire of the man sitting across her, he was wearing a three piece suit, even though it was the middle of summer. He cracked a smile at the joke, but didn't say anything, he was way too amused and interested on the binder and what he assumed must've been her escape plan.
"On the second day we are to take a stroll on the streets, do some sightseeing, typical stuff, just for the paparazzi. Have some dinner at L'Arpège and that is it for day 2, 48 hours down" She continued, never taking her eyes away from him. He was just amazed at how much thought she had put into it, he could've bet that she had a schedule planned down to the minute in that binder of heir's "For day three there's going to be a little twist" She stopped and looked around carefully and noticing no one in the vicinity, she started talking again, although this time, she lowered her voice "We are taking a little trip, but to throw the paparazzi away from us, we are going to have decoys. They are headed to Chartres, through the A86 and N10, the longest route" she stopped, gauging Christopher's reaction, he had replaced his concentrated face with one of awe and certain doubt, which didn't phase Dalia at all "But we're actually going to Senlis. We're to separate ourselves at 10 in the morning, although for your own protection, I am leaving this part of the plan to myself. You're going to report that I am missing to the security detail at exactly 12:24 at noon" she finished.
Dalia closed thebinder, put it back in her bag and looked up again towards the Duke'sdirection. He was trying to collect his thoughts, before speaking up "You mustreally hate me if you're going to such lengths to get away from me" his managedto get out without really sounding offended, which he clearly was. "You have tounderstand that I am not only getting away from an unwanted marriage" shestopped, thinking about her following words "It's not only us they are tryingto force me towards, it's these rules, and this life that I never wanted formyself" when the words came out of her mouth, there was a wave ofunderstatement crossing Christopher's face. "I am not asorganized as you are, clearly, but I think I can manage to follow this to theT" The man said and a genuine smile spread across Dalia's face and she reachedthrough the table to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze that meant she wasgrateful. He might have felt a shockwave through his body when she touched him,but all she could feel was freedom at the tip of her fingers.
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72 Hours
Romance"That was so corny" That was Dalia's response. He took the bracelet and locked it in her wrist "And we've been engaged since I was 5" "Yes, I know. My parents felt the need to wait until I was in love and off age to tell me" he retorted. "See. I hav...
