La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter Six

       

"I have no idea what is up with this dress." Anna mumbled, trying to get the zipper on Evee's back up. "It was fine when we fitted it two weeks ago."

Evee bit her lip, immediately releasing it afterwards, realizing that she should not bite her lip because her lipstick would get stuck on her teeth. She let go of it, rubbing her teeth slightly with her forefinger. It was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon and they were expected to go to the royal palace in Amsterdam, ready to be greeted by the King Willem-Alexander and Queen Maxima. "Okay, I think I got it." Anna mumbled, finally releasing the dress. "Let me just have a quick look at your hat and then we're ready to roll."

"You know I hate these things, I can barely look at you." Evee mumbled from underneath the big white hat that was crooked upon her head, nearly covering her right eye.

"It fits the dress and it's pretty." Anna pointed out, "They will love your dress here." She trailed her eyes over the light orange summer dress. "We should leave soon, I will find your husband and then we're off."

Evee nodded her head, grabbing her white clutch. She knew the weather was good. For the month June, it was actually quite hot, she could already feel the sweat drops rolling off her back and she hadn't even stepped a foot outside. Her heels were for once quite comfortable around her feet. Her eyebrows lifted and a smile spread on her face when she saw Harry enter the hotel room wearing a suit. "Look at you." Evee grinned, "You look handsome."

He grinned at her, tugging on his sleeve. "And look at you, nice hat by the way." He cheekily spoke, trying not to laugh when she raised her eyebrow at him. "No sweety, you're practically glowing. You look a lot better than you did on the plane."

"Ah the wonders of make-up." The blonde replied. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, are you?" He looked at her in concern, trailing his eyes over her stomach once again.

"Can you see anything?" Evee mumbled, turning around sideways and placing her left hand upon her stomach.

He looked at her hand, noticing her engagement ring and the wedding band resting on her ring finger. "If I'm honest, if you really focus on it, you can spot a little stomach." He tried to say it as carefully as possible.

"I'll try to cover up as much as possible. Maybe we should have told everyone at home already." Evee answered, biting her cheek.

"We couldn't, William and Catherine are in Norfolk and my father's at Balmoral." Harry looked at her, "You know I want to tell them really badly but I don't want to do it over the phone."

"Yeah, you're right." The blonde shook her head, "If they're rumours, they're rumours, so be it. Family comes first. I was thinking... What if we stopped in Belgium next week, before we return home to actually tell my parents and family?"

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah that should be possible, we have a couple of days off after this visit anyways. By the time we get back to Britain, my father should be home anyways. Maybe we can host a dinner or something."

"Dinner would be nice." Evee agreed, "And I'll ring my parents to inform them of our visit. Do you-"

A knock at the door ended their conversation and both heads turned towards the source. Bobby's head poked into the room, "Your Royal Highnesses, the car is ready."

"Okay, let's go. You feel okay, right?"

"I'm fine, Harry. Let's get this show on the road." Evee spoke more to herself than to him. She watched how Harry stepped aside to let her exit the room first. It wasn't a far walk towards the car in the private parking lodge. They were all staying at The Grand Hotel, they even had their own floor and elevator.