"I guess anything is possible with you, honey," he smiled, flashing his perfect white teeth.
"Oh is it now?" she asked playfully.
He smirked up to the stars, "I suppose it is," he chuckled, "I mean I never would've thought I'd be spending this moment with you right now, but I am."
"Well, I never thought I'd be spending this moment with the most notorious ladies man in the entire kingdom."
He looked back to her, "And that's just further proving my point."
She giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder. They both looked up to the stars, trying to find something in the patterns.
"This is nice," she said under her breath.
"What was that?" He said abruptly, sitting up, "Mademoiselle is enjoying herself? Say it again, I pray you!"
She laughed, sitting up next to him, "I said it once, you won't get it out of me again."
"Would you care to make a bet?"
She shook her head, "Never was good at gambling."
"Well, I suppose we have two options then," he said, toying with a piece of her hair.
"And what might those be, Your Highness?" She asked, watching him twirl his fingers around the strand.
He looked to something in the distance and then back to her, taking a moment to think, "You can kiss me right now.." he muttered, pointing to his lips, "Or you can kiss me later."
She sighed, "And what if I say no?"
He smirked, a flash of mischievousness in his eyes, "I doubt that you will."
"I doubt that I wouldn't," she countered.
"Well, would you like to make a bet?" He asked again, already knowing her answer.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine then, I choose later."
"That's what I thought you'd say, so I took upon the liberty of making a new rule."
She groaned, crossing her arms, "What now?"
"I get to choose when it's later."
She looked at him with disapproval, "It's always about you, isn't it."
"Yes, yes it is."
"And you won't even try to deny it?"
"No, no I won't."
He chuckled, "I guess I am ridiculous and unbelievable, and what was the other word?"
"A narcissist," she muttered, "The biggest one i've ever met."
"You may find it shocking, but that's not the first time I've heard that," he laughed.
She rolled her eyes, "It's a complete shock," she said sarcastically.
She smirked, looking over to him, "But apparently you get all of the ladies, so who am I kidding."
"You're the only lady I haven't got," he winked.
"Let's keep it that way, shall we?"
He gave her a roguish smile, "Whatever you wish."
She shot him a disapproving frown, shaking her head slowly. A few moments passed and the melancholy grew on Cal's face by the second.
He looked over at Ariella, a soft glimmer in his eyes, "My mother used to take me here when I was little, that was before she died. I used to climb the trees here and she'd read to me. It was the only place that we could be alone together," he said, tearing up.
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~Watty's 2018 Longlist~Previously featured on Wattpad Picks~ Mademoiselle Ariella du Montamorte is the most unladylike lady that ever graced the court. She is trapped in the debutante season in the hopes of finding an unwanted match, but her reckles...