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Chapter One: Lost Wallet

{Letter #01.}

Dear Mr. Drake Walker,

Good morning! This is Riley LastName, the waitress who tagged along with your group during your party last night. You left your wallet in the booth you guys occupied and I thought you might want it back. Is there an address I can send it to?

Sincerely,

Riley LastName

P.S. – While I was looking for your contact information in your wallet, I came across your photos. Is smiling illegal in Cordonia or something? If it is, then I'm really glad I didn't say yes to Maxwell's offer.

{Letter #02.}

Dear Riley,

Thanks for letting me know about the wallet. Guess this is the first unlucky thing to happen to me this social season. Can you send it to Prince Liam at the Cordonian Royal Palace? His house is a lot easier for the postal workers to find than mine.

No, smiling is not illegal in Cordonia. I don't think it's illegal anywhere. At this point, I'm sincerely doubting your intelligence, but you did say no to Maxwell, so maybe there's hope for you yet.

Drake

{Letter #03.}

Your Royal Highness,

Your friend may be the prince of Cordonia, but you're definitely the prince of snarkiness. I went to the post office with your wallet this afternoon. Hope you don't mind that I chose the "payment on delivery" option. International postage is kind of expensive for a waitress' salary...

I'm glad that somebody I barely know thinks there's hope for me. It was keeping me up at night. And of course I said no to Maxwell. It sounded like an awesome adventure, but... getting on a plane with a complete stranger? I'm not an idiot.

Riley

{Letter #04.}

Dear Riley,

The "payment on delivery" option is more than fine. I'm a moron for not thinking of it. Sorry about that. Being around all these nobles must be messing with my brain. It's almost time for the social season's opening ball so there are even more of them around the palace than normal.

Speaking of getting on planes with strangers, as it turns out, Maxwell DID find somebody else. I guess not everybody has the sense to NOT fly to foreign countries with people they've just met. I'll probably have to keep a close eye on her. She could turn out to be a gold digger or an assassin or something.

Drake

P.S. – Me, a prince? That's the stuff of nightmares.

{Letter #05.}

Dear Drake,

I would make a joke about Cordonia being weird for having a "social season" because seasons here in New York are more of spring, summer, fall, and winter, but that might cause you to doubt my intelligence again. Then again, you did admit to being a moron in your last letter, so I might be in the lead when it comes to this intelligence thing.

I can't believe that Maxwell actually got somebody to go along with his crazy scheme. I hope whoever he picked doesn't turn out to be an assassin. It would be a shame for you to get hacked to pieces before you got your wallet and non-smiling photos back.

Riley

(End of Chapter One.) (Originally posted on T-17/07/17.) (F-23/06/18.)

Chapter One notes: (B01-C01.) I want to explore the idea of Drake (snarkily) narrating the whole Cordonian social season to somebody who's basically a stranger… at least at first :) (When I first posted this, Drake's last name was "InsertLastNameHere" because we didn't have his last name yet at the time. Here, I've changed it to his canon last name, Walker :D)

About my main Pixelberry fanfic: Hello! :) If you like Pixelberry's Hollywood U or Pixelberry's Red Carpet Diaries, then I encourage you to read my MC/Hunt fanfic "NYTMC 1: Not Your Typical Meet-Cute." It currently has 219,000 words (64 chapters), and it is written from Thomas Hunt's perspective :D

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