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Dante’s eyes widen with surprise at her walking away from him. As his face turns, he looks like the mafia prince that he is, anger bubbling just below the surface of his civility.
“If either of you follows me, you will live to regret it,” he warns us before disappearing after our sister.
I go to get up, but Skylar grabs my arm.
“He won’t hurt her,” she says.
“How can you be so sure, he’s a bad guy, Sky. He’s the devil’s spawn, I don’t trust him,” I argue.
“I know but did you not see the way he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off Maggie?” I nod because I noticed it too. “He still has feelings for her.” She grins.
“Duh, she’s hot,” I say, shaking my head.
“How am I the virgin sister understanding it and yet the slutty one doesn’t,” Skylar jokes, which makes me frown. “Magnolia has her in with him. Dante wants her, which means there’s a chance she can hypnotize him with her magic vagina and save us from a fate worse than death.”
“There’s a huge difference between wanting to fuck her and risking his life against his father for her,” I tell my sister. “This isn’t a fairy tale, no one is going to come and save the princesses except the fucking princesses. There’s no Prince Charming coming on a white horse.”
“Just you watch, I’m right, I know it.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“Then we are in the exact same place we are now, up shit creek without a fucking paddle,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
Maybe she’s right.
7
ROSALIE
Magnolia eventually comes back but she doesn’t say a word, and neither does Dante. Enzo explains about the bugs he found in our rooms, but thankfully there were no cameras, which is a relief, then we head to the private jet. We all step onto the aircraft and take our seats, the boys sitting up the front and us girls down the back.
“Are you okay?” I ask Maggie as she takes a seat beside me.
“Yeah, I’m fine, please don’t worry about me, Rosie,” she reassures me, but I’m not convinced.
“I hate Valerius, but this plane is really nice.” Skylar grins as her hands run along the buttery soft leather of the seats. She’s not wrong; I wasn’t looking forward to the long car journey across the border to our northern neighbors in Friendsburg. The plane journey passes in relative silence, the nerves getting the better of us. I’m distracted by the images on my phone of the girls who will also be attending tonight, checking out the competition. They have chosen some of the most beautiful, accomplished, sophisticated, well-connected women from around the world to be the prince’s potential new bride, and then there is us. Not sure what strings Henrietta, or even Valerius, pulled for us to make the list, as I know for sure if it was based on being the right woman from the right family, we wouldn’t have made it onto the list, not with our father’s reputation. But we are here and that means there’s a chance, no matter how slim it would appear.
It doesn’t take us long to arrive. My stomach does somersaults as the reality of what we need to achieve tonight hits me.
“Hope you have your game face on, ladies, it’s show time.” Dante smirks.
I flip him off as we all walk toward the black limousine that is waiting for us. We step inside, and with minimal pleasantries, the driver takes us toward the palace. It’s about a twenty-minute journey into town from the airport but there is a traffic jam on the outskirts due to all the arriving princesses and dignitaries. We slowly creep closer toward the imposing Friendsburg Palace alongside many other hopefuls.
“You’ve got this. Tonight, the two of you will go in there and be the most dazzling women the prince has ever met,” Magnolia whispers as she tries to pep us up.
Maybe there’s a slight chance we can grab the prince’s attention. Who am I kidding, I don’t have a chance in hell of nabbing the prince’s attention compared to my sister. My disposition sucks. I’m a brat. Skylar has a better chance than I ever could. She’s perky, bubbly, and has those perfect boobs. If they don’t grab his attention, then he’s not straight.
We wait nervously as our car moves up in the long queue. We watch each woman get out, one by one from their luxury cars, each as beautiful as the next. They’re all dressed in couture and look like they could easily step into the crown.
“They may be beautiful on the outside, but beauty fades. And the prince, I’m hoping, will be looking for something … well, different.” Magnolia tries to pump us up again.
“And you think that’s us?” Skylar asks, she doesn’t sound at all convinced by Magnolia’s enthusiasm.
I slide back against the leather of the seat, close my eyes, and pray we can get out of this fucked-up situation we’ve found ourselves in.
Finally, it’s our turn to reach the red carpet.
“Good luck, girls, we will be waiting here for you,” Dante states.
