Dear sister
The dress she wore was light blue. Sleeveless and unproper and a gift from her father. Of course, Lucian could not have known that his favorite daughter would rid herself of the sleeved and much more modest dress that was supposed to go underneath it.
Inside the ballroom she had worn a dark blue silk shawl to cover her bare arms, all to keep rumors from spreading about the daughter of Lucian Romano being a loose whore. Those kinds of rumors already surrounded her slightly older sister, tainting the good Romano name. Or so their father always said.
She had dropped the shawl by the bench not too far from where she stood next to a rose bush, enjoying the sweet scent and the beauty of the flowers.
Her prince would come soon. As promised.
She snatched a single rose from the bush and brought it closer to her nose, inhaling the marvelous scent.
Then. Footsteps.
Evie smiled into the flower but she did not turn around until she heard him speak, confirming that it was him and making her heart skip a beat. His deep voice was as striking as his looks and it was enough to send pleasant shivers down her spine.
“Your Highness.” She greeted and slowly turned around, offering him the hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied with the rose. Through this she also gave him a chance to fully see her underneath the light of the moon and the stars, and she could fully see him.
Oh my, was he a sight to behold.
“You are forgiven, my prince.” Without acknowledging his compliment, Evie smiled and stepped closer to him. She did however still maintain a proper distance between them. Something should remain proper seeing as her clothing was not.
“As long as it doesn’t happen again.” She proceeded, her smile turning into a smirk. “You see, I do not like to be kept waiting.”
All too many men considered his sister charming. They didn’t see the hidden agenda between her loud laughter and the way she tossed her head to claim some extra attention. Luca did, however, and it annoyed him to a great extent.
There was nothing charming about her. There never had been and there never would be. Unfortunately, most men thought with their dicks rather than their brains. Luca, like his father before him, did not.
He turned to his sister, one eyebrow raised. He did not know the name of the lord she was talking to and honestly, he did not care.
“Naturally, dear sister.” He answered with a false sweetness in his voice and watched as she got up on her feet and dragged the poor bastard to the dancefloor.
Honestly, having two sisters was a nightmare. When he tried to keep an eye on one the other managed to disappear and on and on it went. His father, of course, blamed Luca for all of their mistakes as well because watching them was his job.
He noticed his father by the king, speaking of something while looking serious as ever. The king on the other hand seemed more interested in his wine than he did Lucian Romano. His father must loathe that.
Luca got up on his feet and made his way towards the long table where the royal family was seated. Right now, the only ones by the table were the king and queen and to appease his father, it might be a good idea to distract the queen. It would clear the way for Lucian to speak with the king without intrusions.
“Your Majesty.” He greeted the king, bowing his head slightly as a show of respect before he turned to the woman. “My Queen. I hope I'm not disturbing.”
