Elena Caroline Black, daughter of a millionaire, is completely fine with an arranged marriage until she meets the infamous rude Charles Windsor, who is in love with someone else. Elena thought she could simply refuse. Little did she know she barely...
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"You're going to wear that?" He enquired in a scornful tone. I was wearing black jeans with a sky blue off-shoulder top. It was semi-fancy because I had to wear it in college as well. My makeup was pretty non-existence and my hair was done in a beautiful hairstyle.
"You sure know how to treat your date," I replied sarcastically. I realized that my only goal for today is to not let him get to me.
Make that my whole life.
He did not reply to that and kept driving. We reached an opulent restaurant in ten minutes. Once we both got out of the car, he took my hand in his. His hand was big and rough. And my hand was cold against his. I looked around to find people turning their heads towards us. Some were even taking pictures shamelessly.
He led me inside and a fine-looking manager greeted us.
"Mr. Windsor, it's been so long. Miss Black." He leaned forward to place a kiss on my cheek. I involuntarily blushed at which he smirked.
"Now now Spencer, keep your charms for single ladies out there," Charles said. The hot manager gave a deep chuckle, showing off his dimple. Oh no no no! I have a fiancé. I don't even know his name. Focus, Elena.
"Your table's..." He started.
"Could we have something more... umm... clandestine?" Charles interrupted.
"Private rooms?" The manager raised his eyebrows and smirked. I know I hate Charles but I don't think it's humanly possible to not blush at that.
"No, just a private table." He stated. Honestly, this Spencer guy was the first person I'd seen Charles be polite to.
He led us to a beautiful compartment kind of thing, surrounded and shaped by creepers and climbers. A table was placed between and candles were placed here and there. It wasn't dark yet but they lit them up when it was.
We did not utter a single word to each other and Charles placed the order.
"The regular." He said. So, he comes here often... maybe that's why he knew Spencer.
"Anything else for the lady?" Spencer turned to me with that handsome smile of his.
"No," Charles answered for me. That's what I was initially going to say but I changed my mind because he needs to know his place.
"Actually... I'd like to have lasagne and your finest bottle of wine, please," I ordered and smirked at Charles. He gave a dry chuckle and mocked,
"Lasagne? I bring you to a lavish restaurant and you order lasagne?"
