Chapter 9


    Emma


    ''''You look beautiful, my dear.'''' The queen says, smiling at me as she eyes down my dress while Emery


    and I stand next to each other, trying to reduce the awkwardness between us.


    I look up at Emery, seeing him smirking as he nces down at my face—leaving my cheeks heating


    up. Then, I feel his hand on my waist, ''''Clearly she''s much more beautiful than the girls you''ve chosen


    before,'''' He says, sarcastically.


    ''''I can''t seem to deny,'''' The queen replies.


    My lips curve up into a small smile, not really knowing what to respond as I keep quiet. Only keeping up


    with their conversation; hardly enough, I can''t seem to respond with anything.


    Emery clears his throat as he smiles yfully.


    ''''Excuse me, Your Grace.'''' One of the men says as he smiles at the queen. She smiles at us for a few


    seconds before making her way towards the crowd; socialising. I am only left staring at her back.


    I turn to look at the mirror on the wall, seeing that I am perfectly dressed in a long ck dress—defining


    my curves in the beautifulest way possible. From the side, I can see my waist and my hip could


    possibly be a seduction for men; that''s probably one of the reason why most of them have been


    staring.


    Yet, Emery has been standing beside me from the very beginning. Not quite sure of his intentions but


    I''m notining.


    When I nce down at him, I can''t seem to deny his attractiveness. As he stands tall with his


    confidence high, I can hardly spot a single w. He is in his ck suit—he didn''t seemed to wear his


    royal suit; that''s what the servants have been saying in the hallways.


    ''''Take a picture, it''llsts longer.'''' He says.


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    I quickly look away, trying to avoid his gaze but I fail once I hear him chuckle. His hand on my waist


    doesn''t seem to be loosening any time soon. I may be slightly ufortable from his touch but deep


    inside, I''m screaming hallelujah.


    ''''I think I should be the one saying that,'''' I reply.


    Then, I make my way towards the middle, leaving him staring at my back. Purposely, I sway my hips


    side to the side as I walk in a sexy and seductive manner. When I turn my head to the side, I see a few


    men staring but they don''t matter, I only turn to look at Emery.


    It surprises me to see him focusing on my body from behind yet he manages to hide it perfectly. He


    smiles but both of his eyes never seem to look away from me; even when there are decent women


    around. I can''t help but smile to myself—feeling proud.


    As I stand in the middle, I turn to the side, seeing him staring at me from my legs and up to my face;


    eyeing every inch of my body without even caring if people are looking at us.


    To my surprise, he starts to make his way towards me, leaving other people looking at us as they


    whisper to themselves. They don''t matter, I repeat in my head. Once he''s close enough, he runs one of


    his hands at my back before slowly sliding down near my hips; causing me to look up at him.


    I can''t seem to breathe properly.


    Our faces are inches apart but our lips seem too far. Yet, I can sense his aura; leaving me utterly


    speechless at his presence. I didn''t know that I would have any sort of effect to him but it''s clear that I


    do.


    He leans in closer towards me before brushing his lips against my cheek, making me hold in my breath


    immediately, ''''I don''t like seeing you grabbing other men''s attention.'''' He whispers, causing me to


    slightly turn around and see most young men looking at me.


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    Then, he runs the back of his hand on the side of my face.


    ''''What can I say? I attract everyone, not just men.'''' I whisper back, purposely brushing my lips near his.


    It''s quite a surprise to see him clenching his jaw when I leaned in.


    ''''Only attract me, that''ll be enough.'''' He replies.


    Without me realising, I am alreadyughing which seems to catches his attention as he looks down at


    my red coloured lips. I look straight into his eyes; loving how they are staring back at me with the same


    warmth. He''s undeniably attractive. Yes.


    ''''You''ll have a lifetime with me, don''t worry.'''' I wink.


    When I realise that we''ll be attached for the rest of our lives, I quickly look down with a frown.


    Somehow, we were both disagreeing but now we arepletely agreeing with marriage. How insane


    does it sound?


    I, Emma Faye Parker will be marrying a prince.


    ''''I don''t know if we will actuallyst a lifetime,'''' He replies, looking directly into my eyes, ''''A lot can


    happen, Emma. We might end up hating each other and when that happens, it will probably be toote


    for us to go back. We wouldn''t be able to start again.''''


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    I keep quiet, listening to him, ''''There are a few things that I fear once I am fullymitted to someone


    for the rest of my life. I may not be a great husband but I''ll try, we wouldn''t have to dislike each other.


    Love ispletely out of topic but we''ll never know,'''' He adds.


    ''''Do you see that?'''' I question.


    ''''See what?''''


    ''''Love. Do you see love with me?''''


    He furrow his eyebrows in confusion and I know he wants to say no. He''s trying to stay on my good


    side; I truly understand. Truth be told, I might not see myself loving him either—yet. It terrifies


    somehow.


    Loving him. Loving someone. I''ve stopped. Fully.


    Is it possible for me to begin again?


    Within seconds, the music starts to y, interrupting our conversation. I know that we will never bring


    this up—it''ll be the end of it. I look down at my hands as I look around, realising that my life is not made


    for this.


    Surrounded by royalties, mostly. My eyes wander around to groups of women, seeing them eyeing me


    from afar. Even though they might not show it truthfully but I see envy in their eyes in every way


    possible. I notice.


    Emery holds onto my waist a little bit tighter before pulling me close as a sign to dance. Once we''re


    close enough, I look up into his eyes; loving how he''s looking back at me without a single blink


    interrupting our gaze. As the music starts to y slowly, we also start to move our legs.


    We are in the centre of the ballroom and we are also the being the centre of attention. Everyone in here


    is looking at us in respect; especially because Emery is here. I can''t help but feel myself being so


    small.


    My body fits perfectly with his; due to the fact that I''ve never really felt this way with anyone before. The


    way everything fits, it''s what they call fate. Fate that I can''t seem to believe.


    ''''I don''t see love when I look at you,'''' I say.


    Then, we stop in the middle but both of our bodies are still close. We might even end up kissing each


    other if he leans in any further. I don''t understand the meaning behind his stare but I stay calm,


    controlling my breaths.


    ''''And I don''t think I deserve to be here.'''' I add, ''''Look at me, I''m a normal city girl who lives in New York


    and I own a restaurant instead of a country. I don''t have people to take care of, I only take care of


    myself. There''s a lot of differences between you and I.''''


    He touches the side of my face before slowly leaning in that our noses are touching. I immediately look


    down at his lips before feeling the entire crowd looking at us—some even gape.


    ''''You''re different, that''s why and I don''t see myself loving you too. It might feel to surreal but then again


    anything can happen, Emma.'''' He mutters, near my lips.


    ''''We can try,'''' He adds, smiling.


    Then, he brushes his lips against mine in slow motion. My eyes are closing immediately after feeling


    his lip meeting mine; letting me feel electricity flowing through my veins and my entire body. I know he


    felt it too and I know he feels it whenever we touch but he wouldn''t just tell.


    As we passionately kiss, I feel him pulling my body close towards his; leaving no space in between. For


    once, I actually forget about the whole crowd—not even the slightest fear of them might gossip around.


    It doesn''t matter, I''m kissing my fiancé and it''s not a wrong thing to do; he''s my future husband.


    Husband.


    I break the kiss but I still feel his lips against mine yet it feels far away at the same time. My heart beats


    at an unstable pace due to the kiss; deep inside, I liked it. I wish that I didn''t pull away but I can''t help it.


    Spontaneously, I lean in once more, kissing his lips for a few seconds before pulling away. Emery


    seems surprised at the sudden gesture but he smiles, kissing onto the side of my cheek—leaving me


    with a smile on my face.


    ''''I''ll try,'''' He whispers near my ear.


    ''''It takes two to tango,'''' I add and he chuckles lightly.


    When we both turn around to look at the guests, I see the queen staring at us in surprise but her lips


    immediately curve up into a smile. It''s probably because we''re actually progressing.


    My eyes can never seem to look away from the amount of people; realising that we kissed in front of


    them and yet, they have slipped my mind perfectly. Not a single trace of their faces inside which is


    pretty much worth questioning.


    The queen walks towards Emery and I, ''''The wedding shall happen in a week. No buts and no excuses,


    I will have to say that everyone has agreed to this.'''' She says, making both of us to stare at her in


    surprised.


    ''''But, mother—'''' Emery starts but his mother raises her finger immediately.


    ''''Like I said, no buts. Everything will go as nned so there won''t be any dys. The sooner, the


    better.'''' She replies with a small smile on her face, leaving me looking at her, utterly speechless. I don''t


    have the power to disagree because for god''s sake, she''s the queen!


    From the side, I see Emery clenching his jaw but he stays calm, not wanting to cause a scene. Then,


    the queen dismisses herself with grace.


    ''''I''ll talk with her in the morning,'''' He says.


    My eyebrows furrow in confusion but I stay calm. I can''t seem to ept the fact that the wedding will


    happen in a week; I mean, it''s not something that can directly happen. Yes, Emery and I are destined


    ever since we were born—that''s one of the things they call fate.


    I just don''t understand how on earth is it possible for me to ever marry a prince? Things like this


    happen in movies or in stories, they can hardly happen in real life, furthermore in the twenty-first


    century.


    ''''I don''t think it''s going to be an easy week,'''' I mutter.


    He nces down at me with a sigh before clenching his jaw once more; as a sign that he''s thinking


    about it, ''''This time, she''ll hire hundreds of people for the wedding. I can see that.'''' He replies.


    As we both look at each other, we start to realise; she will definitely hire hundreds of people for our


    wedding which causes both of our eyes to widen immediately. I blink a few times before sighing deeply,


    ''''Well, damn.'''' I mutter under my breath.


    Well damn, indeed