Almost My Prince by Miranda King

Author:Miranda King [King, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Almost My Prince
Published: 2014-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

“Sass Meets with Prince Michael’s Sister Every Week—Is It to Plan a Royal Wedding?”

-Gossip Weekly

“Sass’ Relatives Flown in from America—Engagement News Imminent”

-Royal Rumor Report

Mr. Princeton arrived in my classroom the next day carrying something in the crook of his arm. “Ms. Wellborn….” He drawled the vowels out, the effect like drizzling caramel across my body.

He was scrumptious. His midnight blue suit spread against the robust curves of his muscles like a forbidden feast for my eyes.

There was another treat—a twelve-inch doll clung to the bulk of his bicep for dear life. But he cradled her securely.

“Are you here to tell me that you’ve changed your mind about playing with dolls?” I prompted, and then swept another glance at his biceps before I wetted my lips.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something else, but instead he gazed at my lips and let out a heavy breath.

He glanced back at the door and, without bothering to finish the conversation, half-turned as if he was about to leave. I didn’t need a cop to point out that this was his typical “MO” with me.

So be it. I circled away from him and headed towards the tables several yards away where the students were sorting through doll clothes to alter for their design projects. Beyond them, other students were on the sewing machines near the back exit.

My classroom was the largest in the building, with abundant room to walk away from Princeton’s inability to hold a conversation with me.

“Wait.” He drew out a rough-sewn breath. “Divina sent me here,” he said in a way that confirmed he wouldn’t have been here otherwise. “She said you’re to help me design a centerpiece for her convention’s charity auction with… um, this.”

With only two fingers, he barely gripped True Royalty Vanessa by the tip of her shoulder and dropped her on my nearby desk. He must’ve been having flashbacks of Ms. Modesto’s mischief with him and Irresistible Dania.

I grinned, both for the fact that he’d actually started a conversation with me, and also for the way he’d man-handled True Royalty Vanessa like she was a dirty hanky, despite her eight hundred dollar worth, new-in-box.

I had one boxed up back home that my father had sent me, probably in a moment of guilt, and I only allowed myself to keep her because she reminded me of how the Contessa might’ve looked if, instead of coming to America to work as a housemaid, she’d chosen to become the first Queen of Maravista.

But this Vanessa doll on my desk certainly didn’t look like the queenly Contessa I’d pictured in my mind. She laid toppled over with her billowing, slate blue sateen dress exposing her cream petticoat, pointy blue shoes with the cream lace overlay, thigh-high fishnet stockings—and her matching panties.

Let’s not get started on panties again—I covered up her butt.

She had no damage. Her auburn hair was still slicked in a high coiffure resembling Marie Antoinette’s Pouf a la Belle Poule, complete with a silver metal replica of the famous ship, with its three masts and twelve waving sails, stuck in her hair.

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