ESTEFAN'S POV
Back in Spain, the car drove into our house and the palace guard opened the door for Rhea to step out.
“I have to get to the palace, I'll be back soon.” I kissed her forehead.
“Okay.” She nodded before stepping out. She waved as the car drove out of the compound.
The palace gate was still full of reporters and the palace guards who were preventing them from going in. The guards opened the gate and shielded my car from the reporters till the driver drove through the palace gate.
I stepped out of the car and made my way to the fourth floor. Without knocking, I pushed Esteban's room door open to find him playing video games.
“Get dressed, we are going out,” I ordered before turning to leave.
“I'm not in the mood to go anywhere,” he replied, stopping in my tracks.
