JADE
I spill the wine in my mouth like a broken spray. My hand flies over my lips to stop the mess, drops trickling down my chin to stain the neckline of my white sun dress.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I frown in confusion.
Was the universe trying to play tricks on me because I tried considering the down side of not inviting him for today’s photoshoot?
I blink a couple times to make sure I’ve not started seeing things. I never know with my condition.
“Queen Jade, Xane Orion, at your service,” he does an exaggerated bow, like the kind you’ll find as the order of day in the medieval ages.
The problem? This is not the historical ages, but the 21st century.
“I know who you are, but I just don’t understand why you are in my van.” My brain did a spin. “Maybe you’ve mistaken Cleo
