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Chapter 14
My heart is still thundering as the servant leads us to my parents’ living quarters.
He bows to me before knocking on the door and announcing our arrival.
“Come in,” my mom calls from the other side of the door.
The servant twists the knob and ushers us inside.
Mom’s eyes widen as she notices Bash.
“I brought Bash,” I say, as though she can’t see that. “Hope that’s okay.”
She smiles and gives both of us a hug. “Of course. I was just going over some wedding ideas. What do you think of this dress?” She holds up her shell phone and shows us a picture of an elegant white gown with a train that could easily fill this room.
“Wow.” I take it in. “That’s gorgeous. You’ll look beautiful in it.”
The door opens, and my dad enters.
Mom quickly turns off the screen and hides the phone behind her back. “Marra’s here, and she brought Bash.” Apparently, we both like pointing out the obvious today.
Dad nods. “Good to see you, Sebastian.”
“You can call me Bash, your majesty.”
“I prefer your given name, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course, your highness.”
Dad glances at Mom. “Would you like to go over Marra’s dress options? I’d like to have a man-to-man talk with Sebastian. I just had an interesting discussion with one of the drivers.”
Bash’s face pales.
My stomach lurches. “He can help me pick one out, Dad. We don’t need to take up more of your time.”
He puts a hand on Bash’s back but looks at me. “I don’t mind, daughter.”
If my boyfriend’s face gets any whiter, he’s going to pass out on the spot.
Dad turns to Bash. “Button your shirt up all the way and follow me.”
My face burns. I make eye contact with Bash and mouth, “I’m so sorry!”
He just nods, then turns to follow my dad and buttons the two I undid.
Guilt presses on every side, making it hard to breathe. Kissing him in the royal limos has got to stop. “Dad!”
He spins around and arches a brow just before exiting. “Yes?”
My mind races for something brilliant to say. Nothing comes. I try to think of something to keep my boyfriend from getting in trouble with the king. What have I done?
“Marra?” he asks.
“Bash saved my life,” I blurt out.
Dad tilts his head, his eyes full of confusion.
“Yeah. When those mean girls tried to kill me, Bash is the one who found me and made sure I was okay. He insisted I go to the infirmary.”
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