~Daciana~“Trump is going to become king.”This was no surprise at all because I saw it coming. All of Anne’s games were playing out well, but I didn’t care because I chose not to. And Randall, he didn’t seem to see it. He just innocently believed his mother’s words. I wouldn’t blame him because I would do the same thing if I were in his shoes. After King Edwin’s, I’ve been spending more time with Agatha, my mom, who decided to take some days away from the palace after Late King Edwin’s funeral. She seemed to be the only one who truly mourned him in the whole kingdom because she did love him. And even though they had their differences before he died, they weren’t able to resolve them. I had to stay with her in our old house to make sure she wasn’t going to do something crazy out of grief. I could only talk to Randall over the phone, and sometimes, he would visit, but for the past few days, he’s been awol. We hardly talk on the phone and he hasn’t visited. ‘Maybe he’s just too bu
~Randall~ “The flowers should go to that corner of the restaurant,” I said to the event planners and immediately, they moved the gaunt rose flower plant to the other side of the restaurant. The balloons were floating on top of my head and some were on the tiled floor, around the table that was set aside for us. I had booked the whole restaurant for a few days, so we had everything to ourselves. For three days now, I’ve been visiting the restaurant, adding more and more decorations because I wanted it to feel like heaven to her. I walked backward to the entrance of the restaurant to look at what we had set up, all put together. The flowers that laid out from the entrance down to the other end of the restaurant, the large heart-shaped flowers just behind our table, the neon sign that said ‘Will you marry me?’ in the middle of this heart-shaped flower, the balloons scattered all over the place, and the numerous fireworks that lined the two sides of the restaurant, which will be acti
~Anne~ Instead of heading to the palace, I made a turn and headed to Trump’s house. There was nothing exciting in the palace anyway. Randall was out to be with Daciana, making it the perfect time to spend more time with Trump. Getting to his house, I slammed into the couch in his living room. He looked out of his door before shutting it. “This is a surprise. You didn’t tell me you’ll be coming.” He uttered, shutting the door. “That’s because I didn’t know I’d be heading here. Apparently, Randall doesn’t care about me. So, here I am.” I muttered, looking at him and pointing to the heels I wore. “He doesn’t care about you? Where is that coming from?” He asked, pulling a chair to my front. He sat and I placed my leg on his thighs. “He’s been pretty busy these past few days, trying to set up a dinner for his proposal to Daciana. I had to go to the restaurant to see him and I wasn’t even allowed inside because he ordered that no one should be in there until tomorrow, the
~Daciana~ “Hmm…” I moaned softly as I slowly opened my eyes. With my vision still blurry, I could see someone lying next to me. I shut my eyes and squeezed them hard, wanting to get a clearer picture of who was in front of me. “Hey beautiful,” He said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Randall,” I called happily as I could finally see his face clearly. “You slept all through the night like a baby.” He added, and I looked around to see that I was back in my room at the palace. “How… how did I get here?” I furrowed my brows, and he let out a grin. “I knew you’d ask that question. I went to your house and didn’t meet you there. I called your phone several times but you didn’t pick up. I was worried, but then I got a notification that you posted a new story, and when I checked, I found out you were with Carl, in a bar. “I rushed down to the bar to get you.” He narrated, and I heaved a loud sigh and rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you I’d be drinking, but you wer
~Prince Randall~I felt my heart shatter in my chest after seeing all my hard work go down the drain in the twinkle of an eye. Three days of hard work. Who would do this? It was very strange because I and the manager were the only ones who had access to the restaurant. I collected the key from the restaurant owner to make sure nothing was tampered with, and now, it’s all destroyed. I couldn’t even find the neon sign. Clearly, someone didn’t want this proposal to succeed. But who could that be?I finally got back to my initial self and embraced her. I could hear her sobbing, and I hated it. I wanted her to be happy, not the opposite. I didn’t want to let out my anger either because it was just going to ruin things further. I can do that after proposing because I’m not letting one motherf**ker stop me from giving Daciana a ring. Holding her firmly to myself, I stood up and she released her grip on me and looked at my face. As soon as she was standing, I went down on one knee while
~Daciana~I waited a while in the car before Randall was done with the manager. I was relieved when I saw him finally walk out of the restaurant. However, the video of my ring I posted to my story instantly blew up. Those who had never viewed my story or who had stopped viewing it a long time ago started watching. Congratulations and well-wishes from different people started rolling in, making me blush really hard. Proposals were not a common thing in our kingdom, so it made me feel special. Randall was always good at making me feel special. He smiled widely as he hopped into the car.“Welcome back,” I said, and he leaned closer to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m sorry that it took so long. The manager and I went over the footage from the CCTVs last night.” He responded, igniting the engine. “There were cameras? What did you see?” I anxiously asked, hoping the asshole was caught and would be punished as soon as possible so we could all move on with our lives. “Whosoever i
“This makes absolutely no sense,” I muttered. Anyone else could have the same shoes, but thinking of motive, Trisha has a motive. She probably hates me and hates that I’m happy. But, how did you get inside the restaurant? How did she have access to the keys?I needed to have more information before telling Randall about what I found. So, I called Carl. “Carl,” I called as soon as he answered the phone. “Daci. I thought Randall would have deleted my phone number from your phone after last night.” He answered, and I chuckled. “It’s not that bad, okay? And thank you for yesterday.” “It’s okay. I saw your story. Congratulations. I guess he wasn’t too busy for you after all.” “He was busy planning the big proposal. But let’s stop talking about that for a second. Have you seen Trisha lately?” “Trisha? That’s weird. Should I be worried?” “Worried? Why would you?” “Because you’re asking about Trisha all of a sudden. That’s more than weird.” “Carl, just answer the question.” I rolle
~Prince Randall~ After Daciana fell asleep, I headed out of her room, and back to the living room. As much as she was hell-bent on catching whoever did this, I was too. I need to question this Trisha girl. I slammed into the couch and began to go through her profiles on social media, hoping that was going to give more hints that she did it. “Randall,” I heard my mother call from behind and I turned to look at her. “Hey Mom,” I responded with a smile. She moved closer to me and sat before looking into my phone. “What are you up to?” She asked, and I let out a sigh. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Daciana and I built up a theory about the person who vandalized the restaurant. I’m going to follow up to see if she truly did it.” “She? You mean a woman?” She asked in shock and I nodded. “Crazy, huh? I mean, a woman is the only one who would have so much hate for a proposal. It’s just so crazy. I’ll be heading to her house to question her.” “I would love to come with you.” She answered, a