As future king, Prince Thomas is set to hold his selection in order to find a wife. 20 girls from the Commonwealth are chosen to compete for his heart in a British selection. One of the lucky girls will become the future queen of England.
Enter Isab...
It was 6:30am when Riley opened my blinds to wake me. I groaned and tried throwing a pillow at her but she just laughed, "You have to wake up, Thomas wants you ready for your date in half an hour." Riley said as she busied herself getting my outfit ready in the closet.
"Half an hour?!" I shot up, flinging the covers off me and quickly getting out of the bed. I freshen up, brush my hair and get dressed in the outfit Riley picked for me.
Since we will be out in the cold weather I bundle up in long black winter coat. But since I still wanted to look cute I had on a turtleneck and black skirt underneath. Long black boots and tights matched my bag.
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"I was instructed to send you to the area just outside the entrance, I assume there will be car waiting for you." Riley says and I nod as I go to leave my room.
"Thank you, I'll see you later I guess." I say on my way out the door.
"Enjoy your day miss." Riley gives me an encouraging smile.
I hurry down to the entrance, considering I have two minutes to be there. My boots patter against the carpet and I rub my hands together nervously.
As I leave the palace walls I feel the chill hit me, but I see Thomas waiting by a car a few metres away.
The Prince is dressed casual but smart as usual. Light coloured shirt beneath a green sweater and long black coat. He's also in black pants and has a flashy silver watch on his wrist.
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"I'm surprised you made it on time." Prince Thomas says with a laugh from where he stands by the car as I move forward to greet him.
"I surprise myself sometimes." I reply with a laugh and fall into his chest as he extends his arms for a hug.
As I put a hand to his chest I can't help but remember how good he looked shirtless.
He draws back but keeps his hands on my waist.
"You look gorgeous Bells." He comments, looking at my outfit and pushing back a loose piece of my hair.
"Thank you. And you look rather dashing yourself Tommy."
