Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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"Oh my God," I mutter to myself. Dropping my phone from my ear. A scream ripples from my chest and I jump up from the sofa, my feet stamping against the ground over and over. "Grayson!"
I hear scuffling from the bathroom. A loud crash. Did he just fall over?
A towel is barely tucked around his waist as he runs into the living room, shampoo still evident in his hair. He glances around the room, eyes wide and alert. "What? What's happened? Are you okay?"
Tears well in my eyes and there is a bright smile on my face, clutching my phone with my hand. "I got that job down at the bakery!"
"Jesus, Ever," he hisses as he walks closer, finally catching his breath. "Thats fucking amazing but you scared me half to death."
I purse my lips at his rose tinted cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm just so fucking happy!"
He wraps his arms around me, making my t-shirt damp from his wet chest. "I'm so pleased for you, sweetheart. You deserve it so much. Well done."
My body sinks into his and I sigh. "Thank you. Sorry for scaring you. They just rang me to say that I did well in the interview and that they'd love for me to work with them."
Grayson pulls back and clutches my face between his palms. "I'm so proud of you, my love." Then he pecks my lips softly, tasting soap on his mouth. "I knew you could do it."
