CHAPTER 19
FRANKIE
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Alex will be at your apartment building in twenty minutes. He’ll pull the car right up front for you.
I’m a bit surprised he’s messaging me and not Alex. I punch out a quick message back to acknowledge I got it and move to finish my makeup. I toss half my hair up into a clip and pull the loose strands forward against my shoulders. The dress is tasteful at least. It’s snug fitting along the chest and torso and flares out a bit, hitting me just above the knees. I strap on my dagger, settling the dress over it, and slip on my shoes before grabbing my purse and heading down the wretched stairs.
I’m just about to check my phone again when I see a car pulling up. I open the door and freeze just outside of it when I see him step out of the passenger seat.
He looks good. He’s wearing a dark purple shirt and I’m holding back laughter at the fact he matched me without even meaning to. His eyes widen as they look over my outfit as well, and I see him smirk to himself before shaking his head.
I make my way over to him slowly, and his eyes follow my every step. “What are you doing here?”
I ask quietly.
“You look beautiful, Francesca.”
I feel my cheeks heat at the comment, and I drop my eyes to the ground. He leans down to pull the lever to bring the front seat forward and I startle when he gets in the back.
“What are you doing?”
I ask, confused.
“You’re in a dress so you should sit up front.”
“You’re the King! You shouldn’t be sitting in the back of a tiny ass car like that with your size.”
He glances up at me and tilts his head confused. “First off, just because I’m considered a King, doesn’t mean I need to act like one all the time, and second…what do you mean, my size?”
“You’re tall,”
I say quickly.
“I’m not that tall, Francesca.”
I stare at him and how ridiculous he looks in the back seat of this Porsche. His large frame takes up a good portion of the back, and I can feel him staring at me as I check him out.
“I can sit in the back, Sir.”
“Stop that.”
His tone startles me and he’s full-on glaring at me. “What?”
“Stop calling me Sir. I fucking hate it.”
“Oh…sorry. King Valkyrie.”
He clucks his tongue and turns away from me to stare out the window. “Just get in already,”
he grumbles.
I slide into the passenger seat, and Alex gives me a kind smile. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you, Alex. It’s not much, but I think it’s cute.”
“The colour suits you.”
“Your car is beautiful.”
Alex snorts out a laugh and glances back at Wren through the rearview mirror. “It’s Wrens actually. He insisted I drive.”
“Oh.”
I don’t know what else to say. Wren brought his own car to pick me up, and I don’t know what to think about that fact.
“You should have bought her a corsage, Wren. You two look ready for a prom with your matching attire.”
“I will murder you,”
Wren growls from the back, and I’m fighting back my own laughter as Alex cackles next to me.
“I think that shirt looks really nice on you. It brings out the green in your eyes.”
I snap my mouth closed and panic rips through me at the fact I just said that out loud.
“The colour looks better on you than on me,”
he says quietly.
“You two are going to make me hurl if you keep this up,”
Alex groans.
“Just fucking drive, Alex,”
Wren mutters, punching him in the arm.
Alex squeaks out in surprise, but laughs as he pulls away from my apartment.