River ended up never making his speech at the event after I left.
I didn't bother to ask Eva what had gone on that day or the day after and we soon began to act like that night had never happened.
A royal statement had sited that the prince had suffered a migraine minutes before he was meant to deliver his speech and had to leave, delegating the role to his father who delivered the speech on his behalf.
Everyone seemed to buy the story but a cynical and twisted part of me wished that the actual reason he had left was because he felt humiliated by how dismissive I'd been with him. That part wanted him to have been just as hurt as I'd been after his dick move to cut me off without reason.
"How do you make the curves look so smooth?" Eva wonders out aloud.
I am lying on my stomach while typing out a document on my laptop while she has her head on the small of my back, her hairs tickling the sliver of exposed skin on my sides.
