Gifts From A Prince

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       I gulped down my spit as my father steps aside for the powerful male to walk in. His pose depicts arrogance, and his aura demands submission. I can feel my palms begin to sweat and my forehead too. My stomach churns, and I feel like throwing up the little sandwich I ate a while ago. Reagan's face has an expressionless mask on, making it hard for anyone to read him. But when his eyes move to mine, I can see the twinkle in them. Like he has caught me doing something naughty I'm not supposed to. I don't know if I should be scared or start to beg for forgiveness. Adrian comes in behind His Highness, his face the same stoic form. And I wonder how they got to know I'm here. Lexi couldn't have told him as she doesn't even know either. Or was this a mere coincidence? Had he planned to vis

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