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PSA: I changed the chapter name

Chapter 13: Taste (Delilah's POV)

I woke up the next morning and the bed was empty. But I was way over on his side. The room was still dark, the curtains were still drawn, and all the lights were still off. The only sound was the shower water running in the bathroom. I flipped onto my back and stretched, making a small squeak in the back of my throat before sighing loudly and relaxing my limbs.

His bed is so bloody comfortable.

Then a minute later, the sound of the shower running stopped too. I was staring at the door, waiting for it to open. And then it did. And I wished I wasn't staring because Spencer came out in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was spilling drops of water onto his chest and shoulders. He sniffled, running a hand through his hair while walking to the closet.

Does he even know I'm awake?

I didn't move a single inch, didn't make a single sound, just in case he heard me.

He turned around and looked at me and I shut my eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep. "Delilah."

I groaned, rolling onto my side, taking a peek at him. It's dark, he probably can't see me.

"Wake up. I can't see a single thing in the dark, I'm opening the curtains, don't complain about the sunlight."

I heard him walking to the desk and I rolled onto my back again, watching him. He pushed the curtains open and I winced immediately, covering my eyes. "It burns!"

"You're not a bloody vampire, don't be so dramatic. And get up."

"Why?" I whined, kicking my legs around.

"You have to go home and pack, then you have to go work, then you have to come with me, and then work at Mirage."

I frowned, propping myself up on my elbows and watching as he grabbed his clothes. "Where do I have to go with you?"

"I forgot to tell you, but we have an appointment at a boutique for you to choose an engagement dress and for me to get a suit."

"Today? Why are we doing so many things today?" I fussed, kicking my legs around again.

He turned around, throwing a t-shirt at my face and I pulled it off, frowning at him. "Your suitcases are still packed. Wear that for today."

"Just this?" I lifted a brow.

He narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I want you going around Everton half-naked."

"Okay," I chuckled.

"With pants, Delilah," he said sternly while going into the bathroom. He hung his clothes behind the door and grabbed a smaller towel, starting to dry his hair. I held onto his shirt that he gave me for the day and stood up, standing in the bathroom doorway, watching him through the mirror. He stopped ruffling his hair, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "What?"

"I didn't kick you in my sleep or anything, did I? I move around a lot."

"How do you know you move around a lot?"

"I'm a light sleeper, I can tell when I'm moving."

"You're a light sleeper?" He scoffed in amusement.

"I was really tired yesterday, okay?" I hit him with the shirt. "I knocked out."

"Go to your room and get ready, Delilah. Find the dining room once you're ready for the day."

"I'm not a little girl, why do you order me like that? Go to your room," I said mockingly, rolling my eyes while doing so.

He gave me a blank look and then put the towel down on the counter. "I'm taking this off. Make up your mind. Are you staying, or...?" He trailed off suggestively, putting one hand on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

I narrowed my eyes on his face. "You wouldn't actually drop it."

"Try me," he smirked.

"No," I said quickly. "No, thank you." I spun around and left, going into the room I was meant to stay in last night but was too much of a coward and wuss to be able to. It is quite literally a haunting room. I can guarantee that it would be impossible for me to simply ignore all the noises and signs and just fall asleep as Spencer had suggested I do. No sane person could do that, but Spencer can. Then again, he's only half sane. Barely.

I took out a pair of baggy jeans from my suitcase before leaving it on the floor. I took my toiletries out of my backpack and went into the bathroom where I took a quick shower, leaving my hair dry. Then I got dressed, put on some shoes, and then left to find the dining room. I wandered around a bit downstairs, feeling lost, but I found it eventually.

Spencer was already at the table but breakfast wasn't so it was still being prepared. I walked behind his chair and fell into one right beside him. He ignored my presence and stared at a little piece of paper in confusion. I snatched it out of his hand, hearing him let out a breath through his teeth in annoyance. "What's this?" I asked. It seems like an address.

"The boutique confirmed our appointment and this is the address. I haven't been deep into Everton in three years, so I cannot remember where it is."

I sipped on a glass of orange juice, and even though it was a little bitter since I just brushed my teeth, it tasted fine. "I know where it is," I replied, handing the paper back to him. "It's right across Bloom House. It's where I work." Perfect. Easier for me.

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"Is that everything?" Mr. Neil asked, closing the trunk. We ended up bringing both of Spencer's cars. Spencer and I arrived in one and Mr. Neil and Ms. Sunny came in the other. Ms. Sunny was a huge help while packing up my room at my uncle's house and now they were taking my stuff back to the castle while Spencer and I left for our boutique appointment.

"Yes," I sighed in relief. "Thank you so much for your help, you really made it a lot easier for me," I smiled before turning to Spencer. "And you didn't help whatsoever."

"I didn't come here to help," he shrugged, leaning against the red Cadillac. "Let's go. We'll be late." He opened the door and I slipped into the passenger seat.

I waved Mr. Neil and Ms. Sunny bye as they drove past us before Spencer began driving. I turned to him. "What should an engagement dress look like?"

He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "You don't know what an engagement dress should look like?"

"Well, I've never seen an engagement, nor have I ever been engaged, you know?"

He rolled his eyes and kept driving. "There's no requirement. As long as it looks good and you like it."

"What about you?"

He frowned, glancing at me. "What do you mean?"

"I can choose it even if you hate it?"

"No." I scoffed. "That won't happen, because you won't choose a dress that I would hate. You have good taste," he shrugged.

I gasped dramatically, "Was that a compliment?"

He stayed quiet, staring at the road ahead of him.

"It was," I sang, teasing him.

"Stop talking, Delilah."

I let out a soft chuckle, turning away from him and looking ahead as the car slowed down to a stop in front of the boutique.

We both climbed and headed inside, being greeted by the owner who sat behind her desk. "Hello, Prince Spencer and Ms. Delilah. We're running a little behind schedule, would you mind waiting just a few minutes?"

Spencer huffed in frustration and was probably about to say no.

"Sure," I grinned.

She thanked us and then went into the dressing rooms.

He turned to me with a hard gaze. "We're not here to wait and waste our time. We're here to pick our clothes and try them on."

"There's no harm in waiting." I looked around until we were let inside after the previous customers left.

"The men's attire is to the right of the showroom, and the women's is to the left. Please let me know if you need any help and I'll send an employee right in."

"Did you have a color in mind for your suit?" I asked. I turned to him but found him already on the right side of the store, looking through the suits. He's such a dick. I sighed, rolling my eyes, and headed to the women's side, deciding to make this as tricky for him as possible. We can't go in clashing colors, we have to look good together, and I'm going to pick the brightest dress I can find and wear that. Hopefully without looking tacky.

My eyes immediately went to a stunning, sunset orange dress. It wasn't as formal as an engagement dress is supposed to look like, I'm sure. But he says I have good taste, let's see what he says when I choose this. I mean the dress is here to be sold, isn't it? Clearly, they think someone would buy it, can't just be me.

I looked over and saw him only looking at black suits and tuxedos. Well, that's cheating. Everything goes with black. Hopefully, not this orange. I think it would be rather fun to annoy Prince Spencer Romano. Let's test that theory.

I took the dress and went into the changing room not bothering to tell him or wait for him like he didn't wait for me. When I locked the door, I heard his lock clicking too, so he had gone to change as well. I bet if there were employees here, they'd be very confused. We're probably the first couple about to get married who aren't even talking to each other as they decide on clothes for such an important event.

I chuckled to myself, dropping my clothes in the chair and reaching for the dress, slipping it on and zipping it up. I threw my hair up in a high ponytail and began assessing.

It fits perfectly, wow, I did not expect that. And it doesn't look as flashy as I thought it would. It looks elegant yet not too formal. I'm no princess, I don't intend to dress like one for the engagement party either, it doesn't matter that I'm getting engaged to a literal prince. I like this dress, and whether he does or not, it's the dress I'm wearing.

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Chapter 13

sorry I didn't update yesterday, y'all but I start online school on Monday again so I was just getting some stuff ready for that

next chapter: fits