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"You don't really need someone to complete you. You only need someone to accept you completely." - sayingimages.com/quotes about relationship and love
Emerald's POV
I was in the royal party hall at seven sharp, wearing a flimsy silver gown accentuated with sparkling Russian diamonds. Thanks to mom, who got me an appointment with a boutique in London that specialized cocktail dresses and party gowns.
The hall was so grand, with huge chandeliers, gold pillars and arches, bright red carpet and so much more. The rectangular twenty seater dining table placed in the middle of the room was decorated with white candles and red roses. Shiny porcelain wares, crystal champagne flute glasses and golden utensils were also placed neatly on the table. Everything in the room screamed with elegance and luxury.
An usher showed me to my seat at the table. The table was half-occupied with women in fancy dresses and men in tuxedo. They were all busy talking and drinking wine.
Unfortunately... I was seated beside Miss Pink, with Miss Lavender sitting beside her. Darn! I would not be able to get rid of these two girls while I was in the palace.
I smiled at them but they both rolled their eyes, showing how annoyed they were in seeing me. Miss Pink even stood up and distance her chair away from mine. This caught the attention of the old couple sitting across us. I smiled at them when their eyes met mine.
"Hello, dear. How are you?" The woman greeted me with a flashing smile.
"I'm fine, your royal highness. Thank you." I answered confidently.
Since it was a royal dinner, I assumed that they were all royals here. Including the two bitches. I googled the members of the royal family last night and tried to remember them this evening. But it was hard, considering that the images in the internet were taken ages ago.
"You're an American, right? I can tell from your accent." The woman asked me again.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm from New York."
"Ah... I loved New York. By the way, I'm Anastasia and this is my husband, Prince Vincent, the Duke of Bedford." Her husband acknowledged me with a smile.
Oh my God! Prince Vincent was the younger brother of the king.
"Good evening, your royal highness." I made a neck bow to Prince Vincent. Actually, I was confused whether to bow, curtsy or shake his hand. These royal rules puzzled me.
"May I know your name, my dear?" The Duchess asked me. Her eyes were bright with curiosity. "Do you happen to be a princess?"
I shook my head but still continued to smile. "No, I'm not a princess or a member of a royal family. My name is Emerald Petrakis."
"Petrakis?" The prince looked at his wife then back at me. "Are you related to Markos Petrakis?"
"You know him?" I nodded eagerly. "He's my grandpa."
The prince's eyes grew bigger and his smile broadened. "Your grandpa is a very good friend of mine. We went to Harvard together. He's very smart in business. His son, Eros is equally brilliant."
"He's my father." I said.
"Oh my... I want to give you a hug." The duchess clasped her hands together, her eyes glistened. "Do you know that your father have a big heart?"
I knew he has. From the way he took good care of his loved ones. But sometimes, he could be annoying too.
"He donated millions of dollars in our charity organization for the cancer children. It helped save many lives. That's why we are very grateful to him."
I'm so proud of dad, he's so generous. I remembered mom's story about dad's crazy way of giving her a house. She thought they won it in a raffle draw!
We talked while waiting for the king to arrived. I glanced around, looking for Harry. I really hoped that he was also invited in the royal dinner. I should have texted him that I was invited.
"What about you two? You are?" The duchess shifted her attention to the two girls beside me.
"I'm Barbara Webb and this is my sister, Yvette, your royal highness." Miss Pink or Barbara said proudly.
"They are my nieces. They're vacationing here." The woman beside Miss Lavender a.k.a. Yvette butted in.
"Ah- Princess Dorothy. At least you have these girls to keep you company." The duchess said.
So, the woman was Princess Dorothy. I learned that her husband, who was the next in line to the throne, died in a car accident.
"Yeah. I really wish I have a child of my own, a son - to be the next king." Princess Dorothy continued.
"That is unfortunate for you, my dear. But Prince Philip will make a good king one day."
The other quests arrived and took their places at the table. Then everyone stood up as the king entered the royal hall with his visitors, they said. A younger man in black tuxedo was with them. I could not see his face clearly, the other guests blocked him from my view.
I heard Barbara and Yvette talking beside me.
"Prince Philip looks so gorgeous." Barbara sighed.
"The Princess of Spain is so lucky. I heard she's going to marry him that's why she's here."
"No way..."
I focused my eyes to the younger man, whom they said was Prince Philip. Until I saw his face clearly. He was behind the king, walking towards us in the table. With him was a very beautiful woman - the Princess of Spain.
I was shocked when his eyes suddenly met mine. It was Harry.
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