It's been 2 weeks since we arrived at the palace. Training day was filled with learning the endless hallways and rooms of the palace along with the correct way to do our "chores." Waking up at the crack of dawn everyday was taking some getting used to, but overall I liked my new job.
My day consisted of washing dishes, sweeping, dusting, washing clothes, and everything in between. Briella and I are constantly talking and laughing and practically being two peas in a pod. It's safe to say we were already best friends and life would be ten times more boring without her.
Abby and I talked and joked every now and then while Lily was simply too shy to have any type of conversation with. Jemma is still set on marrying the prince even though I think even catching a glance of one of the royals would happen once pigs fly. Although, I did hear one of the maids gossiping that she saw Prince James while she was mopping the floors near one of the ballrooms.
Safe to say Jemma's ears perked up very quickly and instantly went in an attempt to make a new friend. With a roll of our eyes, Briella and I went to the board outside our rooms to see what Mary had us doing for the afternoon. Mary isn't the most friendly person I've ever met, but she's very passionate about doing her job.
"I'm cleaning dishes in the kitchen," I say looking hopefully at Briella.
"Folding clothes... with Jemma," Briella responds with a sigh. We rarely get paired with the same tasks for the day.
"Well... good luck with Jemma. I better get to the kitchen, it's almost time to prepare dinner," I say before walking away with a smile.
"Take me with youuuuu!" Briella calls back.
"Byeee!" I reply before disappearing down a hallway with one last look at her desperate face.
As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I walked up to the piles of plates, grabbed some, and got to work scrubbing in the sink.
About 15 minutes into it, I hear a male voice come up from behind me and go, "Well hello there. Didn't know I'd be washing dishes with a fine young lady today."
The voice startled me, causing the plate I was holding to slip out of my hands and into the soapy water, effectively splashing everything in proximity. Drenched in water, I turn around with a new frustration and say, "You're 15 minutes late!"
What I didn't expect was the handsome guy seemingly around my age with striking blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He looked like he just came out of a magazine with his mischievous smile and probably had girls praising the ground he walked on everywhere he went.
"I'm actually a training chef but I was sent to help with dishes. I usually hate it, like how is washing dishes helping me become a chef? Anyways, today I have you to help me." He said with a wink and smile. "What is your name anyways? Gorgeous? I think that fits you."
"It's Emma," I reply.
"Ahhhh I think gorgeous fits you better though. I'm Carter by the way," he replies flirtatiously.
"Well... nice to meet you Cater," I say back.
I turn back to the dishes and Carter takes the hint to help. As I reach for the soap, he does also causing our hand to hit together.
"Already trying to hold my hand I see?" Carter says while his eyebrows raised and a grin played on his lips.
"No," I reply bluntly with the roll of my eyes. I've know this kid for 5 minutes and I already know he's a complete flirt who tries to win over every girl he comes in contact with.
"Whatever you say beautiful," he says with a heart stopping smile.
"I thought it was gorgeous?" I quickly reply with a mock frown.
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Forever After
Teen FictionEmma Rose Harrington and her dad recently moved to a new country in hopes of escaping their past life. With little money, Emma goes out in hopes of finding a job to help pay the bills. What she didn't know is that along the way, she would be offered...
