Emery Montgomery is no stranger to the spotlight, after all when you're the heir to the English throne, privacy isn't something you're used to. So when she's sent to New York City to attend university and in attempt to better her family's public ima...
A/n: this a reminder of em's date outfit because I know u forgot :)) (I completely did)
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•Emery's POV•
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" He asks as his eyes trail down my outfit, lingering on my bare legs.
"A few times," I joke, a blush rising on my cheeks.
"For you," He says holding out the bouquet of roses.
"Thank you," I smile taking them into my hands, and raising them to smell the sweet scent coming off the flowers.
"Where are we going?" I ask grabbing a black jacket and sliding it on so it covers my arms but not my shoulders.
The cold weather is just going to have to be stopped for tonight.
"A place," He states with a smirk on his face.
"Really," I ask sarcastically walking out beside him and shutting the door behind me.
"Believe it or not I know how to plan a date,"
I freeze grabbing his hand and causing him to stop walking.
"What's wrong?" He asks concern lacing his features.
"Paparazzi," I whisper, "They can't see me-," I start panicking.
"Oh is that it?" He shrugs, "Got it covered," He says holding my hand tighter as he starts walking again.
His hand wrapped around mine provided a sense of comfort I didn't realize I needed, while my mind still raced thinking about what could happen if they saw me and Grey together and took their pictures, but I quickly told that voice to stop.
If Grey says he has it covered then I trust him, but I truly don't know how he could covered it.
"Can I have a hint?" I ask as we get into the elevator.
