His Little Scarlett

ound the crowd before

flexly and clenched hi

ticed regardless. The décor was exactly what he had instructed as he'd

e,which provided the perfect contrast between the

and Barons in Tom Fords and their plus one

music, and Andrea Bocceli himself had made an appea

y all standards. Just one th

cily, walking into view and blocking his

veryone that's supposed

around her scalp in an updo and her makeup light and bronzed. Her stewardess followed her around, strai

Erik sighed, closing his

rned her nose

ch better tha

his voice lowered in warning. "I do not want to have your

other." Her

plied dryly, relaxing in his seat. "And you need not wave her away," he

ther s

't lik

her, I know. I pretty much understand

r spaces." His mother said knowing

have already witnessed." Erik raised an eyebrow,

tunderstand that you should stop glaring aro

around her and walking towards her siblings,popularly known as the Snowdon Quintuplets–The duchesses si

same platinum shade and their outfits brown an

pped smile and clipped expressions

ent ceremony as the Duke of Snowdon, the highest ranking Noble in the order of the New Eng

th any of the girls he had been forced to relate with all his life. He didn't particularly like any of them, those spoiled princesses, who turnedtheir noses up and wore s

er day, so maybe her opinion would have been different. But his mother was exactly like the spoiled noble girls, having been raised

His mother's chamber wasimmediately shut, and his sister-who'd been away o

r, and she was scheduled to come home in Decemb

him into

ing the nape of his neck like how she

er so quietly, hugging

meant. He couldn't cry in public, but had to maintain a calm, stoic outlook at all times. Not being one to expressly show emotion in public, it had been something he maintained r

nown he would assume eventually, but a responsibi

ugary voice now called, tapping him

nowledged, hol

asked, searching his f

said, matching her glare. "H

Chloe

rother's new–interest, for lack of a better

yes pleading, but fa

'm going to ring her right

plied, motioning

rting to thoughts of if she had rung or sent a text messageto him. Oscar came by every te

k less than a

llphone back to Oscar. "I hope mother didn

head, at nothing in pa

umb, her cherry red manicure a pret

a bit, Rikky. C

Erik replied, not shif