M/F Dialogue YA Romance: Narration, Conversational, Cute, Quirky
Superstar
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
British (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I duck into the maze and remove my slippers. My feet ache terribly angry red boils have sprung on my big toe and my heel is blistering blissfully barefoot? I find a bench right at the end of the maze beside a rose bush. Thank God. The presentation is over. I look up at the sky. Wispy clouds float in a sea of blue, so carefree, so relaxed Unlike me. Brisk footsteps head in my direction. I jump up and look for my slippers, but it's too late. Darcy guy appears in his full royal glory, swirling red cape, leather boots, white shirt and a sword hanging from his belt. He looks totally different from the plane suit guy that day. If he had worn his medieval prince outfit, I would have guessed who he was. MS. Katarina Bradshaw. He sketched me about a pleasure to meet you again. His gaze falls on my slippers, which I'm still clutching like an idiot. He smirks and suddenly I'm filled with anger for a moment. My clumsy when meeting hot guy syndrome fails to surface. You're the prince, aren't you? Unfortunately. Why didn't you tell me who you were? Look what you've done to me precisely. What have I done you? I glared him. If you had told me who you were when I first met you at Ella's house, I might have expected you'd be at the presentation. I wouldn't have freaked out and landed on my butt right before everyone. The prince cocks an eyebrow, pardon me, but you were in a hurry to leave that day? Fair enough, but still aren't you supposed to be like in a palace? Why were you in the city? And why did you wear those ordinary everyday clothes? I can't believe I took you for a middle class gentleman. Wait. He holds up a hand as the daughter of the late Earl Bradshaw. Have you never seen me before? Even if I generally do not make my presence known in public? Uh huh. I looked down on the ground. I I didn't pay attention before. He stares at me for a long moment, as though he can't believe me. I can't blame him from the way Bianca and Claire and the other girls talk about him. He must have been used to girls fawning all over him ever since his birth. For good reason! Heck! My anger is crumbling as he looks at me with those golden brown eyes of his.