(Quame's POV)
"Ugh, where the hell are my new shoes?! I can't find them anywhere!.. I hate this make-up! I knew I should have bought the other brand!... We are going to be late!" Mylay yelled as she ran around our bedroom, throwing things everywhere. I'm not used to seeing her so flustered, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her nervousness.
I stopped her and wrapped her in my arms. I placed a long, fervent peck on her soft, pouty lips. "Calm down, baby. We still have a couple of hours before I planned on leaving. The gathering isn't until six. It's not even lunchtime yet," I stated as I tried to calm her down. I noticed her relaxing in my arms while she laid her head on my chest. She sighed and said, "I am just so nervous. Now that the day of the royal gathering is finally here, I am e
