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...
[A/N]: This used to be one of my favourite chapter, until I realised how corny and cringy it was but enjoy it anyways...
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"What movie are you watching?" Charles asked. Turns out we weren't watching the same movie, so we parted ways but decided to meet after finishing them.
"So why don't you guys come to the club with us?" Ted offered. I looked at Sam and we knew our plans were better. Call us mean but we were going to ditch them.
Charles bumped my shoulder with his when we didn't answer. I didn't want to say no to him but...
"Actually we were going to get lasagne..." I trailed.
"What's with you and lasagne?" Charles enquired.
"We have this place where go and have lasagne and it's the spiciest lasagne you'll ever eat..."
"So we have this bet about who can eat the most and the spiciest. I always win." I finished Sam arrogantly.
"No you don't." Sam accused. Then I realised there were four more pair of ear listening to our childish banter. I saw them look at each other. It seemed like they were having telepathic discussion.
"We're in." Kate, as she told everyone to address her, ringed in.
When we all reached the old wooden restaurant, I was instantly greeted by Nana Ruth. I'm not related to her in any way but I love her way more than I love my actual grandmother. She owned the hotel and that's how we had met. There were a number of times when I had ranted about my problems and she listened to me.
"Nana!" I pulled her in my arms. Then it was Sam's turn.
"Who are these people?" I introduced everyone and Charles shook her hand saying,
"Lena talks about your lasagne all the time." It was true. Charles kind of knew about my Lasagne obsession from all the time I had spent with him. I mentioned lasagne at least five times whenever we met.
"Elena fucking Black!" She screamed all of a sudden and everyone took a step back.
"When were you going to tell me that you were engaged? Sam when did you do this?" She scolded. Wait Sam? Oh God! As cute as old people are they often embarrass you publicaly.
"I didn't do anything." Sam defended as if accused of a crime. Should I be insulted? Whatever...
"Nana, I'm engaged to Charles Windsor." Charles nodded in confirmation and put a hand around me. When that horrible conversation was over, we all sat down while Nana went in the kitchens to make some lasagne. Charles made it his mission to prove that he was my actual fiancé so he sat close to me, always keeping his hand around my waist.
