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

Chapter 28: Tea with the Queen Dowager

So I wasn't going to update today, but since I finished this chapter I just shrugged and said 'Oh, fuck it.' But yeah, while you beautiful ladies and gents (if there are any) are reading this, I'll be out having a sisterly bond with my sis. Enjoy...

Chapter 28: Tea with the Queen Dowager

Shadé

Okay, now I'm starting to believe that what is happening to me can be considered... I don't know. Karma? Is God like, punishing me for lying to Vincent? I don't get it. I don't know what his mother is going to say to me. I don't know why the hell she actually wants to talk to me! Was it about me beating Melanie? Was it about her not wanting me around her son? After yesterday, I'm sure that the latter is definitely going to be a part of our conversation. I just had to keep calm. Keep myself from snapping on her if she insults me. If I could do that with Mrs. Callahan, then I can do that with the Queen.

I looked at Vincent through the mirror, noticing his concentrated gaze on my back end. He was seated on the bed, wearing a black blazer, over a black 'waistcoat' that covered his white dress shirt, and black dress pants. Believe it or not, but we argued over what his 'waistcoat' really was. I called it a vest and he called it a waistcoat and that was how we wasted twenty minutes of our time when we were supposed to get dressed. In the end, he won.

We apologized, of course, and he informed me that he'll be dressed like that for a while. But unlike him, I had a bit more variety. I wore a black, long gown that had a lace sheer top. The material of the dress was thin and clung to every curve above my hips. It felt weird though, because I knew that with each step I took, something back there was moving... if you know what I mean.

"Do I look okay," I asked, turning toward Vincent.

"You look perfect. But... why are you dressing up? It's just lunch," he asked confused.

"Because, I already look bad in your mother's eyes. I'm not trying to dress casually for lunch," I replied, frowning at him. "Now come on," I said, taking Valencia into my arms. She wore a black and purple, gothic dress with a black headband. Luckily, her hair was long enough to out into a little ponytail; a ponytail that I had to fight with her to style. Caine, however, wore a black vest with a white dress shirt and black pants like Vincent. Honestly, we looked like we were attending Sunday's Church Service, but I understood why we were dressed like this. It's not like I was complaining.

While I was headed to the door, I heard Vincent groan as he and Caine followed us outside the room. James met us down the hall and greeted us with a respective bow.

"I see you've brought the whole family, Your Highness," he said. Although he wasn't smiling, his eyes were.

"Um... yeah," Vincent hesitantly agreed, even though he knew he wasn't the one who wanted to bring the twins.

"Her Majesty has been waiting since eleven thirty, I'm sure--"

"Eleven thirty," I cut him off. "Didn't she say noon," I asked, turning toward Vincent as he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, My Lady. I told her that you were expecting her at noon as planned, however, she told me she wanted to come earlier. She's waiting in the library," he informed us before bowing his head.

"Thank you, James," we thanked him in an unintentional unison.

"Tank ju," Valencia repeats while Caine pouts.

He smiles at the twins before looking back at me and Vincent. "I will lead the way," he said before turning around.

As we made our way to the palace's gardens, my gut was beginning to get this queasy feeling. A feeling that I usually get when I'm nervous. God, what do you have in store for me now?