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, all light pink outside. Blade's breath hitches, and my gaze instantly finds his. His eyes slide over the princess' body, awed; she's wearing the most fluttering strapless ruffle creamy pink midi dress, 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....