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"So Anneliese, meet Prince Danyon of Norway." Andrew introduced this mysterious guy I called the Mafia King all this time.
A 'BI*CH WHAT THE FU-' was the expression of my face. Yes.
"Princess Anneliese." Prince Danyon said while nodding towards my direction. He had this playful smirk plastered on his face when he greeted me. So he knew all along?
I couldn't say anything, I was speechless. Wow, I mean seriously. This person is a prince?! The person I've been constantly thinking of the past two days is a prince? I should've searched him through the internet before today. But where's the fun in that.
"You two have ever meet before?" Giselle start asking me curiously. Of course she would have noticed my shocked expression when he entered.
"Sort of." I shortly answered, pretending to read my book while eyeing him from the corner of my eyes. How come he still looks handsome in a leather jacket. Um, helloo?!! Leather jackets were made for people to look more hotter!
"The guy you said was the man of your dream is this lunatic? The mysterious guy? The billionaire lookalike?" Isaac said out of the blue, which made the smirk on Danyon face grew bigger and my blush seems visible. I regretted the things I confessed to Isaac, honestly he got a very big mouth.
"Shut up you." I slapped Isaac's arm with my book as he was about to entered a spoon-full of mashed potatoes in his mouth. Hope he chokes. Or poked his throat with the spoon.
"So I was once a billionaire, then a Mafia and a mysterious guy?" Danyon teased me. "What else do you think of me, Princess Anneliese?"
"Definitely not a Prince." But a greek-god, yes. Hope I didn't say the last word out loud. They chuckled at my comment.
After the breakfast reunion, the guys went of to go fishing to a lake somewhere out of reach from the town. I don't even know if it's allowed fishing there. But, they're freaking bunch of prince from three different country.
Me and Elle we went shopping. While she was trying on clothes she looks pretty wearing anything.
"Which one is better? The burgundy or magenta?" Giselle said while holding up both Valentino bags in both hands.
"For you? The burgundy looks nice with your skin tone. The magenta doesn't go well with your hair." I concluded for her. Magenta is my colour, I'm not giving it away to anyone,
"Yes, I think so too. But I'll buy you the magenta one." She said while handing the woman who've been following us around both bags.
"Oh, you don't have to Elle." I said finally placed my book down on the sofa.
"We've been stopping in three shops and I've bought 5 dresses and 2 bags." She said smiling at me while walking towards the cashier.
"Alright, okay. I'll buy something in the next store." I reassured her. I actually did, we went to a Salvatore Ferragamo, Balenciaga and Armani.
I actually buy a lot, we were going to have lunch but suddenly Giselle got an important call.
"My wedding dress designer lost his notes that has measure of my wrist, my neck and my waist." Giselle said while walking towards me. I laughed at her, because she seems so distressed.
"Your wedding is like 4 months away. Why so serious?" I asked her, in a joking kind of way.
"Anne, you'll feel the pressure when you'll marry that prince charming." Giselle said while lifting one of her eyebrow at me.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Stone Prince
Teen Fiction"This girl is mine! You can't take her away from me." "Actually I can." "Who the hell you think you are?! You punk!" "I am, the PRINCE." -nochumochibae0297 I do not own any of the pictures that are shown in the book.
