The Royal's Baby Proposal
As she moves away, I suddenly notice the fancy butler’s cart with even more royal-looking packages carefully spaced out.
Claire approaches and inspects the bounty. Then, over her shoulder, she informs me, “We’re going to do a more elevated degree of scrapbooking. The photo journals crafted for you, the king and Princess Peanut—” I love that Claire calls her this— “are one-of-a-kind, designed specifically with your individual tastes and styles in mind.”
My brow jumps. “Exactly how would they known Princess Peanut’s style?”
“Please.” Claire smirks, a facial expression she’s mastered of late. “That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame
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