Whatever. I’m never gonna understand girls ways. Let’s just leave it to that.
Me:
Are you still getting ready? I’m outside your house.
I lean my head on the window as I look at the text I sent. Fine then, I’ll just wait until she replies.
It’s been thirty minutes already. I’ve told her I’ll come and pick her up at 7. I even came here a bit late. It’s almost eight already.
I looked at the house. All lights are on, so she must be there inside. I went out of my car and clicked the button outside.
“Laurent residence, may I ask who is this?”
“Lucas Maizière. I’m looking for Lady Rose.”
“Ah! Wait for a minute your highness,”
Of course they would recognize my name. Didn’t Rose tell them beforehand?
“I’m sorry, your highness. Lady Rose is sick and couldn’t get out of bed. She told us to
