Chapter 6
Henry turned the gold medallion over and over in his hand.
From one of her admirers.
He couldn't get those words out of his head. It was all he thought about since he picked the charm up.
What did that inscription mean? Was she already seeing someone? Was she engaged? How many admirers were there?
Wait, it could be anyone, an uncle, a father, a brother. It could even that distant cousin she always talks about, the painter who lives in Eccol. What was his name? Gus?
"Henry, look at this, will you? You will never believe this!"
Henry quickly put the charm into his trouser pockets and turned around. "What's it now, Larry?"
His younger cousin by four years ran out from the fax room clutching a piece of paper. He was wearing a big grin as he handed his cousin the fax. "It's an order from the Winter Palace. It seems that they are throwing a big Christmas Eve bash."
"And?" Henry said, not really listening. He was still turning the charm over and over again, even though he had put it in his pocket.
"What do you mean "and"? Larry said looking surprised. "Come on, Henry. They want us to cater it!"
"Let me see that," Henry said, grabbing the piece of paper out of his hand. "And since when do the Royals start asking places like us to cater their affairs. "
"Like now," Larry said, his face turning serious. "Look at that. There's the facts and figures in front of you right now."
The doubting look on Henry's face faded a bit as he read the list that had been faxed over.
"I don't believe this, Larry. Look, it's all there, sausages, meats, chicken, fish." "They even want our best desserts." He looked up. "When the heck do they want to do this?"
"I thought she said it was going to be a Christmas party." Larry answered.
"Christmas and something about an engagement party for the princess as well." Henry said, laughing. "So little Princess Danielle is going to marry that funny looking prince after all."
"Little Princess Danielle isn't so little anymore, Henry. Haven't you seen her pictures or seen her face plastered on television?"
Henry nodded. "Of course, I have, Larry. I've just never really seen her close up, not like you have. Anyway, I've heard enough about that stuck up little tramp to ever want to see her. She's not the girl of my dreams believe me."
Larry looked at him in disbelief. "How can you refer to her that way, Henry? You've never even met the woman."
"Nor do I intend to, Laurence Duval."
Larry frowned. "Who is going to set this thing up with them, Henry? Someone has to."
Henry looked at his cousin. "Alright, I guess we'll both go tomorrow. Who do we have to see?"
"Apparently Queen Renee if you must know. She's the one who signed off on this sheet."
"Well," Henry said, smiling. "Tomorrow we'll find out exactly what she wants and how to set things up. " He yawned. "Right now, let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted."
Henry turned the gold medallion over and over in his hand.
From one of her admirers.
He couldn't get those words out of his head. It was all he thought about since he picked the charm up.
What did that inscription mean? Was she already seeing someone? Was she engaged? How many admirers were there?
Wait, it could be anyone, an uncle, a father, a brother. It could even that distant cousin she always talks about, the painter who lives in Eccol. What was his name? Gus?
"Henry, look at this, will you? You will never believe this!"
Henry quickly put the charm into his trouser pockets and turned around. "What's it now, Larry?"
His younger cousin by four years ran out from the fax room clutching a piece of paper. He was wearing a big grin as he handed his cousin the fax. "It's an order from the Winter Palace. It seems that they are throwing a big Christmas Eve bash."
"And?" Henry said, not really listening. He was still turning the charm over and over again, even though he had put it in his pocket.
"What do you mean "and"? Larry said looking surprised. "Come on, Henry. They want us to cater it!"
"Let me see that," Henry said, grabbing the piece of paper out of his hand. "And since when do the Royals start asking places like us to cater their affairs. "
"Like now," Larry said, his face turning serious. "Look at that. There's the facts and figures in front of you right now."
The doubting look on Henry's face faded a bit as he read the list that had been faxed over.
"I don't believe this, Larry. Look, it's all there, sausages, meats, chicken, fish." "They even want our best desserts." He looked up. "When the heck do they want to do this?"
"I thought she said it was going to be a Christmas party." Larry answered.
"Christmas and something about an engagement party for the princess as well." Henry said, laughing. "So little Princess Danielle is going to marry that funny looking prince after all."
"Little Princess Danielle isn't so little anymore, Henry. Haven't you seen her pictures or seen her face plastered on television?"
Henry nodded. "Of course, I have, Larry. I've just never really seen her close up, not like you have. Anyway, I've heard enough about that stuck up little tramp to ever want to see her. She's not the girl of my dreams believe me."
Larry looked at him in disbelief. "How can you refer to her that way, Henry? You've never even met the woman."
"Nor do I intend to, Laurence Duval."
Larry frowned. "Who is going to set this thing up with them, Henry? Someone has to."
Henry looked at his cousin. "Alright, I guess we'll both go tomorrow. Who do we have to see?"
"Apparently Queen Renee if you must know. She's the one who signed off on this sheet."
"Well," Henry said, smiling. "Tomorrow we'll find out exactly what she wants and how to set things up. " He yawned. "Right now, let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted."