Daphne
“My apartment is gorgeous,” I said, turning the camera and giving Bella and my brothers a slow pan of the inside of the suite. “Everyone has been very kind, very accommodating.”
“Mmhm,” Wyatt crossed his arms over his chest. “And where is Louis?”
I felt my heart skip a beat, but I didn’t let my smile falter on the video screen. “Oh, I’m not sure, as soon as we got off the plane, he was accosted by a bunch of officials pulling him back to do whatever important things a king is supposed to do. He’s got this personal assistant that hangs over his head like a raptor. So, I’m going to meet with the palace’s psychologist on Monday, and hopefully I can jump right in and get started. Louis said that there is a waiting list of people asking for treatment and—” I purposely redirected
