Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Seventy Five

Chloe watched as her friend and former colleague struggled with a big carton box, her flip-flops clapping against the grass every time she took a step. She had to stifle her laughter when the big security guy looked at his chief in worry. "I'm fine, Bobby, go relax and fetch yourself something to drink, okay?" Evee mumbled, trying to look over the box and finally placing it on the big terrace table with a grunt.

The blonde turned her head towards the broad chested man and noticed him walking back inside, "Finally, I swear that man's my shadow."

"He's just worried. I bet Harry told him to not leave you out of his sight. It's cute." Chloe spoke, sipping from her rose wine and staring at the quiet gardens of Kensington's private area.

"It's annoying." Evee corrected. "I don't need him around the house."

"How are you holding up anyways, living here full time together with Harry?" The brunette questioned. In the past year both of them had gotten closer and she felt like she knew the blonde more than anyone. Chloe was a little glad that the bad influence (aka Fred) was out of the way, but she would never tell Evee. She knew the blonde would be angry. Chloe knew Evee was happy but couldn't help but wonder how she adjusted so well to this new environment. You really couldn't compare it to her former little apartment.

"It's... Really nice actually." Eveline grinned, opening the box and taking out at least 30 little black maps. "We have a lot of fun. It's going better than expected."

"What did you expect then?"

"I don't know, maybe a fight about him leaving his underpants on the floor? Maybe annoyance about his working schedule? I don't know. At least something, I always thought living with a guy would be more challenging."

"Well, I am for one glad that it's going well. The house is big enough to give you guys some space if needed. I can't even believe you've been engaged for more than two and a half months already. Before we know it, you'll be ready to walk to aisle." Chloe spoke enthusiastically. 

"It's still eight months away, Chlo." Evee answered worriedly. There was still so much stuff to do, Harry had been so busy but after the Trooping of the Colour, he spoke about many engagements together, even internationally. William and him had also been busy planning a memorial concert for their mother at the end of august at Wembleys. Between all that, they still had to plan a wedding.

"You still have some time, plus you have a whole team behind you. It'll be fine. What are these anyways?" Chloe spoke, eyeing the neatly coordinated maps on the table. She knew this wasn't the work of the blonde, just by looking how neatly everything was organized, it couldn't be.

"Anna's work. Portfolios for wedding dress designers." Evee mumbled, placing the now empty box on the terrace and finally planting her ass on the seat next to Chloe.

"All of these?!" Chloe answered in shock, looking at all the maps.

"Unfortunately, yes. You're going to help me pick one out. We're just going to drink a lot of wine and when we're drunk enough, close our eyes and point one out at random. That's the one who'll design the dress."

"There's not a way in hell I'm allowing you to do that. Are you absolutely mental?! Do you even realize the impact of this choice?!" Chloe looked at her friend with widened eyes and shock. That the blonde would just randomly pick out a designer for her own weddinggown, the thought only made her furious. "We're going to go through these one by one. We'll create piles." She shifted the maps on one side of the table. Pointing towards the empty places, she spoke. "The left side is the No. The middle is Maybe and the right is Yes, definitely."

"I just want to get married to Harry. I don't like the whole designer stuff. Can't we just pick one of the tab?"

"Of the tab?!?" Chloe shrieked at her friend. "Let me just ignore you for a second there and we'll get started. Okay, first one-" The brunette was going to continue when she noticed her friend holding up her finger to stop her.