Chapter 12: Pillow Talk

'I cannot believe you convinced us to do this, Emma. We are going to be in so much trouble', Harper ranted as we were hurrying down the tarmac to catch the private jet that Layla had managed to score for us on such short notice.

To be honest, I couldn't believe that the five of them agreed to join me either. But I was ready for a royal-free weekend and a chance at some good old American comfort food. I needed time away from court and bitchy princesses to really get to know Harper. So, when the opportunity presented itself, who was I to look the other way?

'My father is going to hang my head on a stick and parade it all over court', Sebastian added. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the lot of them.