The King's Queen
Denise Writesin the lap of luxuryromantic room set uproommate flaunts wealth and encounters the true heirchatter at a royal ball
Tonight, however, marks a deviation from my usual sanctuary.
My steadfast companion, Sophia, had yanked me from the familiar confines of my haven on a Tuesday night, disrupting the rhythm of a typical workweek. The question of why I maintain such a friendship persists, and the answer echoes clearly – love.
"Having fun?" Sophia inquires, her eyebrows wiggling mischievously.
I frown, my reluctance evident. "No."
Hoping my lack of enthusiasm would be persuasive enough for her to usher me home, I anticipate a reprieve. Instead, Sophia rolls her eyes, dismissing my resistance. "You are such a drip. Let me go get us some drinks; maybe that will help lighten you up."