I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 8: His Royal Birthday Dinner

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Chapter 8: His Royal Birthday Dinner

Shadé

The lights of the ballroom dimmed down as everyone, including Darrell and I, began to head to our reserved seats. Eight flute glasses were placed on the table in front of each seat as we were paired with six other people at the same table. We greeted one another with handshakes and verbal words. There were two women and and four men, as I noticed that one of the couples were a homosexual-interracial couple. That's cute and different.

A waitress offered us a variety of refreshments ranging from wine to champagne. I opted for champagne over anything else. As I was sipping my champagne, one of the women began to interrogate Darrell.

"Are you Darrell Grant," she asked intriguingly. Her hair was a perfect strawberry-blonde set in a neat up-do.

Darrell nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you...," he said trailing off slowly as he began reaching over to shake hands with the man and woman.

"Fred," the blonde man said.

"And Faith. It's nice to meet you as well...," the woman trailed off, holding a hand out to me.

"Shadé," I filled in, reaching to shake her hand. The two women darted their eyes between Darrell and I before settling on Darrell with a narrowed glare.

The first woman broke her heated gaze away from him before continuing. "Like the Nigerian singer, Sade," she asked.

I smiled appreciatively for her comparing me to such an amazing singer. "Yes. But, I'm Ethiopian. my parents named me after her."

"Wow. You're a beautiful woman," she commented.

"Thank you," I said, genuinely smiling.

"Excuse me, but could we take a photograph of you all," a dark-haired photographer asked, nervously. Two other men with cameras accompanied him.

"Sure," we all agreed.

Darrell suddenly rose from the table, in which I snapped my head in his direction. "Where are you going," I interrogated.

"I have to make an important phone call. But I'll be right back," he said, pulling his expensive cell phone out of his pocket before planting a loving kiss on my cheek.

"Are you sure you don't want your picture taken," the photographer questioned.

"No. No thank you," he said, briskly walking away.

As he left, we all turned to the cameras and prepared ourselves. Each one of us smiled widely as the bright flash went off.

"Alright! Thank you," the man said politely, excitement lacing his voice.

Once they were gone, everyone went back to their conversations, including me and Faith. She was a pretty blonde with deep, brown eyes. I learned that the dirty blonde haired man she came with was her brother. He was a fitness model while she was a print one.

She slowly leaned in closer to me, I backed up a little to get some elbow room. "So, are you and Mr. Grant dating," she asked suspiciously, quirking a dark eyebrow.

"Something of the sort," I said, dismissing the subject before a voice on the mic reverberated throughout the dining hall.

"Now presenting Prince Landon!"