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I was very much awake now. “Is that your way of saying you like me again?”
“No, I am saying we like each other.”
I could see the smirk on his lips in my mind. “Do not confess my feelings for me. I will do that myself.”
“Then I will confess mine. I like you, Odette Rochelle Wyntor.”
I didn’t reply.
He sighed. “I guess I overplayed my hand—”
“I like you, too, Gale with too many middle names for me to say right now.”
He roared with laughter. “Now, was that so hard?”
“Bye!” I snapped, hanging up on him. I rolled over, grabbing the sheets, and put the pillow over my head.
Was I turning into a sixteen-year-old girl with crush all over again?
Yes. I think I was.
“I can’t believe you are still wearing that.” I pointed to the wig on his head when he came to pick me up that afternoon.
“What, are you jealous?” he questioned, flicking the hair over his shoulder.
“Yes. That’s it exactly.” I laughed, closing the door behind me as I came down the stairs, but I didn’t notice the black ice and slipped. I tensed, stretching out my hands to catch myself. However, two large arms wrapped around me and held me still.
“Are you all right?” His deep voice was directly at my ear and made me shiver much more than the cold.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“It is not funny when you are the one slipping, now is it?” he replied, letting me go slowly, and I remembered snickering at him last night.
“You can hold a grudge.”
He nodded. “Yes, and for years. So, do not break my heart, Ms. Wyntor, or I will never forgive you.”
First, my mom, and now him. Since when was I a heartbreaker? He was the one standing in front of me as if he had walked off the pages of a GQ cover shoot. From his coffee-colored, wool coat to his white sweater and suede shoes. It made me wonder if he put attention on how he dressed or if this was casual for him. Meanwhile, I was just wearing a long sweaterdress and coat.
“The real reason I am stuck with this wig is Iskandar would refuse to let us out if I did not wear it,” he said as Iskandar held open the door for us.
“You were recognized, sir. We must be careful,” Iskandar said to him. “Good afternoon, miss.”
“Didn’t I tell you that you can call me Odette?”
“Yes, miss,” he said again.
“He’s a stickler for the rules,” Gale said as I got into the car.
I waited for him to get into the car before asking, “What rule says he can’t call me by my name?”
“He has apparently concluded that you will be my wife, so calling you Odette would be the same as calling me Gale. It is too personal,” he explained.
“Yeah, us guards and palace workers can only call you miss, ma’am, or Your Highness,” Wolfgang interjected from behind the steering wheel, which made both Gale and Iskandar look at him.
However, funnily enough, Iskandar looked more annoyed than Gale did. Iskandar began to speak but only to Wolfgang. His tone, the glare, and how Wolfgang sat up straighter told me he was definitely in trouble.
“Sometimes, I feel bad for the kid.” Gale snickered, whispering to me, “Wolfgang knows the rules, but he gets so excited that he forgets himself. Each time he does, Iskandar the Rock tells him the page of the rule book he is breaking.”
