I told no one what had happened between Edward and me, not even Alice or my maids. Three days after he kissed me, Princess Braeylnn of Monaco burst in, and announced to everyone in the room that Edward had kissed her. Jealousy filled me. Why was I jealous?
"Tell us everything!" Lady Camari of Egypt nsisted.
"I don't want to go into all the details, but it was quite romantic," she gushed. "He took me to the roof. There's this place that's kind of like a balcony, but it looks like it's used for the guards. I couldn't tell. We could look out over the wall, and the whole city was just glittering as far as we could see. He didn't really say anything. He just pulled me in and kissed me." Her whole body contracted with joy. Alice sighed. Tanya looked like she was ready to break something. I just sat there, trying to stop the tears.
"What was the actual kiss like?" Camari asked.
"Well, it was quick, yet sweet. It was perfect, really."
Just then Angela Webber burst into the room, followed by Princess Diem of England and Lady Emmica of Morocco. She was usually very slow and calm, and never raised her voice. Today, however, she turned her head and squealed at us.
"Look at these combs!" she cried, pointing to two beautiful hair ornaments that were covered in what looked like thousands of dollars' worth of precious stones. "Edward gave them to me. Aren't they beautiful?"
This set the room into a new flurry of excitement and disappointment.
"They're very pretty," I said.
"Yes. They are, aren't they?"
Just then, Esme entered the room.
"Ladies!" she called out, attempting to quiet us. "Ladies, are you all here?"
When I got back to my room, there was a box on my bed, with a letter on top. I opened the letter, immediately recognizing the prince's elegant script. It was a love poem to me.
"It is not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
It's the curve of your lip
And the curl of your hair
T'is all of the little things
That make me stop and stare
"It is not your intelligence
That drew me close to you
It is not your sense of humour
That has thrown me all askew
It's the touch of your hand
And the thoughts in your head
T'is all of the little things
The things that don't get said
"It's not your vivid history
That's made me fall in love
It's not your comprehension
Of the world or what's above
It is your soft temperament
And the way you smile at me
T'is all of the little things
That make me want to see
"It's not when we are talking
That I want to know some more
It is not whilst you teach me
I learn what I'm looking for
It is the time we spend alone
And the time in utter silence
T'is all of the little things
That form a strong alliance
"It's not the job you work so hard
That shows your true commitment
It's not your crazy habits
That give me great fulfilment
It is the way you use your hands
And the way I have been chosen
T'is all of the little things
Why I know silence is golden.
"P.S., I can't wait to steal another kiss."
I smiled and swooned a little. The poem warmed my heart. Edward was quite the romantic, and very creative.
Inside the box was the newest book series by Lily Leezer, a period writer.
I sat down and began reading immediately.