Alexandra took a deep breath. She stole a few glances at the young man in orange standing in her kitchen. He looked more like a hired help than a guest, and what WAS that smell????
At another time she would have thought him to be rather cute, in a scruffy unassuming way. He had large hazel eyes and reddish-brown hair.
But this was her father's funeral -- a dinner she and her twin sister had planned meticulously.
Surely it wouldn't be becoming of a proper lady to fraternize with a guest at a funeral dinner?
The young man picked up the cracker and sniffed at the strange topping. It smelled fine. So he popped the whole tiny thing into his mouth and almost immediately spat it out. EWWW, salty.
Crap, I'm not Ana, Alexandra muttered to herself. She'd have gone over right away.
But still, gosh darn, he is cute, Alexandra mused. It wouldn't hurt to say hi.
After much trepidation, Alexandra walked up to him, her heart about to leap out of her chest, and croaked, "Hi, I'm Alex."
No 'Her Royal Highness,' no last name, just plain Alex.
He was shy and awkward, but his handshake was firm.
One thing was for sure. Alexandra Maria-Louisa de Ghent Vanderburg was suddenly, positively, absolutely, smitten.
"I'm Andrew Cheesman Jr. but everyone knows me as AJ."
Alexandra hung on every syllable he uttered. Her mouth was frozen. Her lips wanted to move but she couldn't make them.
Just then Queen Catarina's friend, Sir Peter Winterly, walked in on the pair, and he laughed. "I hope you two aren't getting into any hanky-panky."
Peter grabbed his cell phone and snapped a picture of the pair. Alexandra glared angrily at him. She didn't say anything, but she was definitely upset.
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