It seems as if Prince Louis Adrian just torched his relationship with the Crown for love.
The palace has not released a statement as of right now. However, there have been whispers that Queen Margaux is reportedly “furious” about this, which shocks no one. And Princess Tatiana was seen boarding a private jet back to Belcova this morning, looking like she’d rather be literally anywhere else. If the previous rumors were true, it was an arranged marriage that neither wanted.
Meanwhile, Addison is busy dodging paparazzi and ignoring every interview request. Smart girl. Looks like your prince has come for you.
I’ve been covering royals and elite circles for a decade, and I have never seen anything like this. Louis Adrian was the playboy prince and is called Prince Charming by many. Now he’s in New York City, looking like he hasn’t slept in days, telling the world exactly who he wants.
This is either the greatest love story of our generation or the most spectacular royal implosion in modern history. When’s the last time we witnessed a real royal love story that wasn’t a PR stunt? I’m waiting.
I’m here for it. The #FreedomForLouis crowd must be very happy.
Stay tuned. This is far from over.
—LadyLux
Video below. You’re welcome. Addison Cross is a lucky lady.
The footage cuts to the paps asking Louis questions, and all I can do is smile. They record him walking through the lobby, wearing dark clothes, with someone by his side. He’s smiling at the cameras like he’shaving the time of his life.
“Are you still there?” Kendall asks.
“He’s in New York right now?” The words barely make it out because nothing about this makes sense.
“I need to find him,” I say.
“When Louis comes to town, healwaysstays at Dyson Banks’s place.”
“Do you know which floor his penthouse is on?”
“I don’t, but I’ll find out. I’ll text Patterson.”
I’m already in my bedroom, yanking open drawers and searching for something to wear. “Is my brother still pissed?”
“Yeah. But he’ll come around. I’m starting to realize this wasn’t just some summer fling.”
“It was never a fling.”
“I know that. I think after what Louis risked, Patterson will come around,” she says. “This is beyond a summer hookup.”
“Yes, it is,” I say, moving into my closet.
“Anyway, I’ll find out. Head to The Park. I should have the number before you arrive. I have a few more people I can contact if needed.”
“Thank you so much,” I tell her.
“What are best friends for?” she asks.
“Exactly this.”
“I’ll text you,” she says and ends the call.
I slide different sundresses past me on hangers and stop on one that’s the same Cinderella blue as my ball gown. I pull it out, realizing it has pearl buttons all the way down the front. It’s perfect. I pin my hair back and put on some makeup, but I keep it natural because I will be photographed whether I like it or not.
The elevator ride to the lobby feels endless, and I spend it bouncing on the balls of my feet, wanting the numbers to pass faster. The AC blasts down on me, and goose bumps rise on my arms.
I pull out my phone and text my driver.
Addison
