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“Wait, you didn’t tell me what happened with the team? What is your statement?”
“Nothing major. Just saying how I’ve changed because of you and how excited I am about showing you the country,” he answered, moving to the door and stretching out his hand. “Don’t worry about this so-called scandal. Just focus on making all of them fall in love with you. Like you did those twin girls…telling their mom you like to sew. Since when was that again?” He was teasing me. He knew I was play-acting with them, too.
“Since forever,” I lied, holding my head high as I stepped up to the door.
“Sure,” he said, waving for me to go first and stepping out into the car where Wolfgang, Gelula, and Balduin were seated and not so patiently waiting.
The moment Gelula’s eyes dropped to my bare feet, I immediately felt a little bit embarrassed. I hope what he said about the bedroom being soundproof was true.
“Balduin, what is it?” Gale asked, taking my hand and pulling me farther down the aisle.
“Sir, the reporters,” he said.
“Oh, and what have they said now?” I asked.
“Nothing new, ma’am. I meant the ones who were meant to record your trip, ma’am. They’ve been waiting in the dining car.”
“Right,” Gale said and looked at me. “Are you ready to dazzle the world with our love story?”
Before I could answer, Gelula interjected, “One moment, sir, so we may fix the queen’s makeup.”
Crap! I knew my makeup wasn’t that bad. But still, I didn’t want to be on camera and have “I just got laid” written all over my face.
“Yeah, give us a minute!” I said.
“She is definitely not going to take a minute, Balduin. Tell them to prepare in half an hour. By then, we will be closer to Rozem, and they can record us coming off as well,” he ordered.
I didn’t pay any more attention. Looking to Gelula, I said, “Did you bring extra stockings?”
She patted the large duffle bag beside her. “I’m carrying two of almost everything you have on. I picked up your shoes and hat as well.”
“Thank God.”
Guys sometimes didn’t notice those things, but women definitely did.
It took us nearly every minute for me to get fixed back up. And with two minutes to spare, Gelula allowed Wolfgang to enter the private dressing room.
“I want to just take a second to go over everything we talked about before,” he said quickly. “Your image, remember.”
I nodded.
“Soft, sweet, warm, open, but vulnerable.” There was a whole meeting trying to craft what type of queen I should be.
“Exactly. We want the people to feel as if you could be their sister and best friend.” He stepped forward, pulling out a lint roller from God knew where and going over my shoulder quickly.
I nodded again, taking a deep breath. “What if I talk too much?”
“I’ll give you a signal,” he said, shifting back and forth, looking over me again. “I’ll stand just off to the cameraman and pull my ear if you are starting to go on too long.”
“Open but vulnerable. Open but vulnerable,” I repeated to myself over and over again. “Wolfgang, I just realized I don’t know if I know how to do that.”
“You do,” he said, meeting my gaze. “You do it all the time. Tell as much as you honestly can. And I would say look in love, but you have that part handled.”
“Wolfgang.”
“I’m just stating facts, ma’am,” he said, giving me a thumbs-up. “I’m not sure you know, but you have a secret talent.”
“What is that?”
