***Ella***
"Can you please sit down? Your pacing is making me anxious. All you can do right now is wait," I tell Richie in exasperation as he continues to pace around our kitchen diner with his phone in his hand.
"Lady, my career is in the line. Hell, my LIFE might be, because the bloodline of the British monarchy is on the line!" he exclaims as I roll my eyes at him.
"Pull yourself together. James will be fine. The person you should be worrying about is Serena!" I reply hotly.
"Serena isnt-" Richie begins to say, but I cut him off immediately.
"-important? I'm sorry, do you think James' life means more than hers because of a title? Do you think he would feel that way? No!"
There is a polite knock on the patio door and I turn around in a huff; it is Sen, carrying a weaved basket. I n
