It's been fourteen years since you've seen Tom Holland, your best friend from childhood. He was about to become King, and he needed to find a Queen. Your adopted family had struck a deal for an arranged marriage for one of their daughters. Your step...
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It was currently eight o'clock, and I was doing my best to get ready for dinner. I wanted to be comfortable but look elegant enough to make Tom really jealous. He has to learn somehow that he can't get everything he wants solely on his own charms.
I picked out a red long knit dress that hugged my body, but still felt comfortable enough so I could eat three plates of food. The dress had a slit on the left side, and I paired it with a nice pair of red ballet flats. I didn't do much with my hair besides brushing all the tangles out. However, I did do a touch of light makeup which is extremely unusual for me.
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Once I was completely ready, I found Jules and Ceci to walk together to the parlor. When I walked in I recieved many looks, and clearly more than a few eyes checked me out. I just rolled my eyes, and found the man that was to escort me into dinner.
"Hi Kevin." I smiled, as I grabbed his arm and leaned on him a bit. I looked around for Tom, and luckily he was watching he whole thing.
"Well hello Y/N, you are looking absolutely gorgeous. If anybody says otherwise they're fucking stupid."
"Oh you're too kind." I giggled.
"Shall we find a more quiet place to talk?" He smirked. I partially felt bad that I was using him to get back at Tom, but what other choice did I have. It was too late to turn back now.
Clearly Tom heard his words, and walked directly towards us. "Dinner is being served, so I thought I could direct you to your seats."
"Don't the servants do that?" Kevin asked. "If you pay them they should at least be able to earn their wage."
"No. I'd personally like to see this matter through mysef." Tom said, his voice laced with venom. He definitely was jealous. So far my mission was working.
"Alright, then." Kevin replied, as he held onto me tightly, guiding me into the dining room.
"This is where you'll be sitting Kevin." As he pointed to a chair on the very end of the table. "Y/N, you'll be sitting by me."
