Annalise Stark, orphaned after losing her parents in the military, is desperate to find a way to pay off her sister's medical debts. She finds work at the palace, home to the infamous Prince William. Despite her efforts to ignore him, Annalise soon...
"Being suspicious, you might accidentally hurt an innocent person." ~William Shakespeare
Annalise
"Oh God," Everly said, holding her hand to her mouth.
Mia scooted away from her. "Are you going to be sick again?"
"If I read any more of this pregnancy book, I am." She slammed it shut, tossing it onto my coffee table. "Did you know some women get a brown line going from their belly button to the Deep South area? Or that your nipples will change color? Or that your va-jay-jay will turn blue?"
I nearly choked on my water. "Your what now?"
"Your va-jay-jay."
"What is it?"
"Your vajazzle."
I bit back a grin. "What?"
"Your hoo-ha." Everly narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you done?"
"I was going to see how many alternative names you had before you were going to call it what it is," I confessed, unable to hold my laughter back any longer. Everly chucked a Hershey's kiss at me.
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"Mark is never going to want to have sex with me again if I have a blue vajazzle," Everly said with a groan.
"I think you underestimate a man's sex drive," Mia remarked, grabbing the pregnancy book and flipping through it.
"What do you know about men's sex drive?" I demanded. "Mia Theresa Stark-"
"Please, I haven't done anything. You're not the only Stark girl without a love life." My mouth dropped open, partially offended despite her speaking the truth. "I just hear a ton of stuff from my friends who are sexually active, and let me tell you, a blue va-jay-jay isn't going to deter Mark from having sex with you."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited to be a mom, but for Christ's sake, this baby needs to be born already. I want sushi, I want sweet and sour chicken, and I want wine. I really want wine."
"I hate to break it to you, but you have almost five more months to go."
Everly chucked a Hershey's Kiss at Mia. "Thank you for reminding me."
"Any time." Mia got up and grabbed her backpack. "Anna, I'm heading to a study group. I'll be back later, okay?"
"All right, be careful."
"I will. Love you!"
"Love you too!"
When Mia shut the door, Everly pushed herself off the couch and joined me at the dining room table. "What are you working on?"
"A baby shower."
"Who's?"
"A client's," I said. It wasn't a lie, but what Everly didn't know was that it was for her, and I'd carefully been getting her input on what she wanted, unbeknownst to her. Her mother was financing it, so money wasn't an issue. As many problems as Everly had with her parents at the moment, her mom still wanted her daughter to have the baby shower she'd always dreamed of.
