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The masked ball and a royal pup
Paris' POV I walk out of the bathroom on the plane. I am dressed in this long princess gown, and I wouldn't say I like it. I had to wash Meran's blood from myself, and it feels good to know she is no longer on this earth to torment her children. London is wearing the same dress as me. I still feel like someone was using us to kill Meran, but for now, I do not care as long as she is out of our lives for good. Walker walks past me and kisses me on my cheek as he walks into the bathroom to get dressed. "Princess, your shoes," Jeffrey says. Damn, I was hoping he would not notice I still had my sneakers on. Why did Jeffrey have to come to the plane to ensure we were appropriately dressed? Because he is a control freak, that is why! "No one can see I am not wearing those shoes. The dress is
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