"Why, the best for my prince." Angel chuckled
"If you’re ready..."
"Wait, Steve’s not down yet. He was having trouble with a button or something. He said he’ll be down in a couple of minutes."
"Oh don’t worry, we’ll meet him there. Besides, we are going in separate planes."
"Oh in that case...let’s go!"
"The site is really beautiful from up here. I didn’t know how beautiful Europe really was."
"You haven’t seen anything yet," said Wills, "Apparently, the groom went all out on everything and this is supposed to be the wedding of the year."
"This I gotta see." said Angel
"Don’t worry, hun, just sit back and enjoy the ride. You’ll have fun I promise!"
"Thanx," Angel said nervously not knowing what to expect.
Wills’ word was true, the ballroom looked fabulous. They found their table up by the bride and groom’s stand. "Wow, this place does look great!" Angel whispered to Wills.
"Glad you like it, would you give me the honour of having this dance my darling?" asked Wills.
"Of course Your Highness, how can anyone refuse a charming prince like yourself?" said Angel as she giggled.
"They can’t," Wills said as he led her to the dance floor.
Luckily, a slow song came on and Angel wrapped her arms around his neck. He was a good dancer and led most of the time. She was having the time of her life. Even her brother looked like he was having fun dancing with Zara. She felt someone tap on her shoulder and turned around to see who it was.
"Excuse me Wills, do you mind if I cut in?" asked Peter.
"ay..." stuttered Wills, "sure, make sure you return her back to me just the way you received, k cuz?"
"No prob Wills. This way my lady," said Peter as he led her to the centre. "Cousin Wills was ranting and raving all day about you and I wanted to experience what all this commotion is about first hand."
"Well, there’s nothing much to experience, sorry to disappoint you. I’m just a regular kinda gal."
"Oh and I'm sure you’re more than that Angel, may I call you Angel?" Peter said as he held her closer. "Your hair smells nice, what shampoo did you use?"
"Sure, listen, not to sound rude or anything but I have to go find Wills, it’s kinda getting hot in here and well...I’ll catch ya later OK?"
"No," Peter said as he held her closer. "The song’s not done yet."
"Listen, I'm kinda getting uncomfortable so why don’t we just leave it as it is and forget this ever happened?"
"Forget what happened?"
"Back off Peter, or I’ll-"
"Do what?" he said as he cut her off. "Are you going to run to your prince charming and tell on me, his favourite cuz? Do you think he’d believe you?"
"How you two getting along?" Wills said as he approached them with a cup of white wine for Angelica.
"fine, let’s go Wills." said Angel.
"ok but what’s wrong? Did something happ-"
"No, nothing at all, just your girlfriend here doesn’t seem familiar with the way English men treat their ladies."
Angel yanked on his arm and he finally came.
