Campsite

~Daciana ~

We both dragged our boxes down the street, waiting for a taxi to show up.

My parents refused to release any cars to us for our trip, they said walking and taking a bus would help us bond too. I still don’t know where they got all those ideas from.

Prince Randall, on the other hand, has been successfully ignored by me after what happened with Carl. All he needed to do was mind his business, even though his actions kept Carl away, the way I wanted, I could have handled him on my own.

“Where are the f**king taxis anyway? We have been walking for more than ten minutes.” Prince Randall muttered frustratingly and that was when I checked my wristwatch.

He was right. We had been walking for almost fifteen minutes and no single taxi had passed.

‘They must be so busy because of the ball party preparation.’ I thought, adjusting my backpack. My mother and maids packed as many supplies as possible. At some point, I thought we’d never come back again.

“Taxi!” I heard