Chapter Thirty

“... and did you see what the American was wearing?”

I cringed as a photo of me popped up on the TV screen. It was from the garden party. My shoulders were bare and I wore the stupidest smile.

“We here at “Royalty Watch” can not believe that the Queen Mother finds this appropriate. It is an affront to Paradisian values,” the commentator continued. “Add in her lewd behavior toward the prince, and I'm not sure that this American is going to be welcome in the royal household. Kissing before a Stair Walk? The scandal!”

The screen flashed to a video of me kissing Freddie's cheek and holding the door open.

I stuck out my tongue at the TV. “It wasn't lewd,” I said.

“Lewd would have at least included tongue,” Freddie agreed, settling into the couch next to me. He put his arm over my shoulder and handed me a bowl of popcorn. “Want to get lewd now?”

I looked over at him and grinned. We sat in a comfortable sitting room with a huge TV. In any other house, I would have called it a living room, bu