Royalty [BWWM]

2. Games

October

I collected my mail as I entered into my dorm room from a long day of exams. It was midterm so we had a week off school. Basically, it was a week to refresh and get things done. I personally had no plans, but half of the university was flying out to beaches and resorts. I thought about visiting my parents but I didn't want to drop in for a few days and then leave again. It was always emotional and I never wanted to come back. I was almost finished so I might as well just power through.

I scan through my mail quickly, until I landed on an envelope marked 'Beyoncé'. I rolled my eyes as I opened the envelope, smiling from ear to ear.

I pulled out three tickets to tomorrow's Polo Tournaments. I bit my lip as I thought it through, contemplating if I should go or not, and then sent my friends text messages. Unsurprisingly, they were both willing and were already coordinating dresses within minutes.

I woke up the next morning more nervous than usual. I fixed my curls three times before removing the hair tie and leaving down. When I found my floral dress and my large sun hat, I threw them on and headed out.

We had to take an Uber to the playing ground. It was a large country club, a few miles away from the campus, where they had golf and horseback riding. I have never been here, specially because it was out of my price range, not to mention I didn't golf.

It seemed to be a red carpet like event. Someone met us at the door with a table in hand, and helped each of us out of the car.

"Names?'

"Umm, here." I handed him the tickets. Did Nick know my name?

"I still need your name." He smiled politely. 'Should I say Beyoncé?' I panicked.

"Destiny Miller."

He searched the list and then smiled brightly at me. "Right this way, Ms. Miller."

He escorted us into the building and then out to the large open field. He walked us through the crowd, to a private canopy where we had the best view of the entire game. Before pulling down the 'VIP Reserve' sign, he signaled a group of people over with sparkling wine and appetizers.

"Umm, sorry, but how much is this?" Ginny asked politely, making it clear that we didn't order anything. They set down five aluminum ice buckets with Champaign glasses. The trays of appetizers came in one by one. I could feel my anxiety rising as well as my friends.

"Did you not select the package?" He asked, puzzled. He scanned his table in his hands, searching for an answer.

I slowly began to hyperventilate. "No, Nick did."

"Nick who?" the host asked politely.

"Oh my god!" Steph panicked realizing that no one know Nick's full name or even his last name.

"He's riding today. Nick. Nick." I said over and over again as if that would produce better results. It felt like a long 3 hours or us staring at the host and him staring at us back. The awkwardness was really overbearing.

"Hey," came his voice out of no where. He was suited up from head to toe minus the helmet, ready to play.

He held me as if it was the most natural thing before kissing the back of my hand. His smile was warm and welcoming, as if he couldn't wait to see me all day. I almost forgot about all the other things going on. I couldn't wait to be alone with him.

"How are we paying for this?" Ginny grumbled to Steph, bringing me back to the current situation.

"Paying for what?" Nick asked the host, taking his eyes off me for the first time sine he entered the tent.