And this is where things are going to get tricky because it occurred to me that the longer the preparations drag on, the better end of the deal Dylan is getting. And if there’s anything I’d love to know as I’m walking down the aisle, it’s that I managed to screw Dylan out of every minute possible that she owns Will. Er, I mean, other than the knowledge that I’m about to marry my best friend and we’ll be together forever.
If we move at lightning speed, I’ll—I mean,Willis going to best Dylan at her own game. Hurrah for him! (And me.) Luckily, I have a plan. It's rather devious and somewhat risky, but I'm going for it anyway. It was my big mouth that got Will into this whole mess in the first place and I'm going to bloody well be the one to get him out as fast as possible. So, last night at Margaritas and Man Bash Monday, I hatched a plan with my brain trust — Tessa and Nikki. They were totally onboard. Well, that’s not strictly true. Tessa said something about it having ‘about a ten percent chance of working and a one hundred percent chance of forever ruining my working relationship with Phillip Crawford, which will likely come back to bite me in the arse later.’ But Nikki said I should go for it. Mind you, she was deep into her fourth drink at the time and I may have been on my third. It’s all a bit fuzzy actually.
And even though I’m sober as a judge (with a slight hangover), I’m going through with it. I’m going to need a surprise attack, so by the time Phillip knows, it’ll be too late. My heart pounds in my chest as I walk toward Arthur's office, dressed in my navy power suit with a pencil skirt. The closer I get, the more I straighten my back and lift my head high. I catch a glimpse of myself in an antique French gilt mirror as I walk the hall and surprise myself with how formidable I appear. I open the door to Arthur's outer office and nod at his two secretaries as I breeze past them. Once I pass them, I come face-to-face with Vincent Hendriks, Arthur’s senior assistant (who smells strongly of blue cheese at all times). I lean in as close as possible without getting a whiff of cheese and ask if I can see my brother.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Vincent says with a warm smile. Then he whispers, “He’s in a bit of a mood today so you may want to come back. Apparently, Prince James couldn’t sleep last night so he was up with him until the sun came up.”
Normally I’d take Vincent’s solid advice. He’s the best. In fact, I often wish he and Mrs. Chapman (my rather nasty assistant) would just switch jobs. But then I’d have to put up with the cheese smell. Also, Arthur would never allow it. Vincent’s his right-hand man. “I’m afraid it really can’t wait.”
Nodding, he says, “Of course,” then picks up the phone and informs my brother I’m outside. After a pause, he says, “She didn’t say but apparently it is quite urgent.” There’s another pause, then Vincent gives me an apologetic look. “How long will this take, Miss?”
Raising my voice, I say, “Tell him to stop being a wanker and let me in.”
Vincent’s mouth drops, then he hangs up. “Go right in.”
Arthur’s office is like an homage to dark academia with dark wooden bookshelves lining the walls and a massive mahogany desk at the far side of the room. He sits back in his chair and stares at me for a moment without speaking, then finally says, “Really? A wanker?”
“Sorry, but you often are.”
“At least I didn’t get trapped in a glass box in public with my knickers melting down to my shoes,” he mutters.
“Do you often wear knickers, Arthur?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I want you to help me screw over Dylan Sinclair.”
Raising one eyebrow, a grin spreads across his face. “How can I be of service?”
Two minutes later, I’m on the way back to my office. I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a group text to Tessa and Nikki.I actually did it. Arthur tweeted the announcement. I’m getting married on June 3rd, ladies!
Nikki:June 3rd?! Yay! This seems so real now.
Me:Doesn’t it?
Tessa:You didn’t tell Arthur I knew, did you?
Me:Of course not. But honestly, he’s totally onboard forsticking it to Dylan Sinclair once and for all.
It’s Really Happening…and my Heart is Broken
Will’s Wild Fangirls Blog Post 287
Hello fellow fangirls,
Prince Arthur tweeted this morning that he’s thrilled to announce the wedding date of his sister (the very dull Princess Pukeface) to the King of Our Hearts, Will Banks.
June 3rd. As in less than eighty short days from now.
To say I’m devastated would be an understatement. My world has been shaken to the core like an 8.0 earthquake has struck. It took me nearly three hours to drag myself out of bed and over to my laptop to let you all know what has happened.
In addition, the palace media department just released a statement that the royal family has entered into a contract with ANN (Will’s home network), not just for the television rights to the nuptials but also to pay for the damn thing! Like seriously? The royals can’t afford to pay for it themselves?
Also, word on the street is Princess Pukeface bullied the royal staff AND the execs at ANN to push the wedding date to an impossible timeframe. That is SO her. Run, Will, run!!!
Anyway, I’m not giving up on my beloved. As hurt as I am that he wants to marry someone else, I know he’s going to come to his senses soon because I am his destiny. NOT some dull as dishwater, prim and proper, probably can’t hold her liquor, pampered princess.
I don’t know how, but I will find a way to stop this insanity before they get to the I Do’s.
