Chapter 71: If She Knew What Was Good for Her

Henley

Later that day, we arrived at the television station about an hour early, not wanting to be late. Declan had dressed in a dark gray suit, and I wore a gray dress suit with a peach blouse underneath. He looked good enough to eat.

“Everything is set up in Studio A.” Elizabeth Shaw glanced over her shoulder as she headed down the hallway. “We’ll shoot it now. Then we’ll edit, and plan to book a half an hour or an hour special, set to air after the news.”

Declan rolled his eyes. “Oh, come now. Do you think that’s really necessary? After all, it’s not like I’m a prince.”

She scoffed, pausing with her hand on a doorknob. “With both princes spoken for, you are the most eligible man in Estrea.”

“Was,” he corrected, sliding his arm around my waist.

She shrugged. “Well, like it or not, your marriage is big news.”