He's a Prince. She's a journalist.
They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts.
He needs to behave. She needs to let loose.
He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him.
Both of them n...
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The ride to Bransbury is uneventful. Sort of.
Marks makes fun of me every time he can and I'm utterly annoyed by the time we reach my Mom's town. I cannot believe I was excited to pass the weekend with this jerk. The whole weekend.
Gosh.
I really need to start finding new friends because the fact that I jumped at it shows how pathetic and desperate I am.
Plus, he'd been adamant on this friend thing. It's starting to get old and pretty annoying.
When we passed the town's sign, I breath out.
Thank God.
Mark parks his car in front of my mom's pub. I get out immediately, murmuring a hurried thank you. I can't move fast enough, because a second later, Mark is outside with me, opening his trunk. I take out my suitcase and fake a smile. "Thank you. See you around."
His lips curve. "I'd love to say hi to Anya."
My grin fades. "My mom? You want to say hi to my mom?"
He shrugs. "She's really nice and I love her fish and chips." He closes the trunk with a bang, grabs my suitcase and saunters to the pub's front doors. I stay frozen on the place like a moron, for five seconds, until my feet finally move.
I push open the door, the little bell over my head chimes, and I'm welcomed by the bitter scent of beer and chips. I'm used to the smell. This pub has been in the family for generations, and I know that one day, it will be my turn to run it. My stomach churns. I rather keep writing lousy advice than run this place by myself.
Mom's blond hair is swept in a low bun, much like it always is. Her eyes are shining as she serves Mark a beer. They're already talking like a pair of old friends. Ugh. I'm seriously starting to hate the whole friend's concept. I blame Mark for this. And well, everything else that seems not to work properly in my life.
Exhaling, I reach the large counter. Mom's eyes slid to me. "This is a lovely surprise, sweetie!"
I grin softly. "It felt like I hadn't been here in a while."
Mom wipes her hands on her apron and walks around the counter to get to me. She encases me in a hug. "And Mark?" she whispers in my ear before pulling away. I shrug. No idea Mom.
"Are you guys hungry?" she moves back to her original place behind the counter. I know she wants to ask more, but she's holding it together for until we're alone.
"I am!" Mark chirps in.
Mom smiles. "Good. And you're in time for the second round of Bingo, too!" She hasn't finished talking when the pub door's open and a bunch of old ladies come in. They all freeze at the sight of Mark and me.
