Apphia
Blade is waiting in the lobby. He smiles at me.
"Where's Lilibet?" I ask.
"She's on her way," he answers.
"Has a reservation been made?" Nicholas asks.
"Yes. Lily did,"
The two men briefly discuss work but are interrupted by Lily's voice.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she saunters into the lobby. Blade's breath hitches, and my gaze instantly finds his. His eyes slide over the princess's body, awed; she's wearing a strapless, ruffled, creamy pink midi dress that's tight in the chest and waist. It exposes her right leg up to her upper thigh. Her loose curls are in a side-part hairdo. Her earlobes, neck, and wrists are adorned in white gold. She stands before me, her mouth slightly ajar.
"I love everything about you," she says.
"Same," I gesture towards her out
