Chapter 115
It was just an innocent mistake. I didn’t fuss over it, so how dare Colin make a big deal out of it? Besides, it was just a kiss. I didn’t do anything else.
“So what? It was my first kiss too. Get up now. They’ll come in soon.”
As soon as I finished the sentence, a voice blasted out from the speaker. “The prince has
awakened the princess. In the next scene, the prince will carry the princess out of the palace.
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What? How did the operator know we were about to change to the next scene? Were they watching through the cameras? Oh, no. This was embarrassing.
Colin turned around and extended his hands toward me. I rolled to the other side of the bed
and uttered, “Heh, no need to carry me, Colin. I can walk.”
“According to the script, the princess should be carried in the prince’s arms. Failure to do so will lose you the game,” the voice continued.
They could hear whatever conversation we had? Did that mean everyone knew that I accidentally kissed Colin? What the heck? Where was the privacy?
I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Now I needed to be carried by a prince? What a
hassle! I shouldn’t have picked this script.
Should I let Colin carry me? Should I say yes? Dad stopped carrying me in his arms when I began to remember things. Should I say no? But I’d be the person to ruin the game for everyone. To be carried or not to be carried? That was a dilemma.
I was comfortable around Colin, but being carried or kissed by him was a bit too much. Just when I struggled to come up with an answer, Colin leaned in and said in his magnetic, husky voice, “It’s just a game, Lulu.”
But that was easier said than done! It was a game, but getting carried in someone’s arms was so embarrassing.
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In the end, the selflessness in me won. I didn’t want all of us to lose in this role–playing game, so I let Colin carry me. Right when Colin wrapped his arms around my neck, a mischievous thought appeared in my mind.
I was five foot five feet and weighed around 110 pounds. Colin wouldn’t be able to carry me. When that happened, we wouldn’t be disqualified, would we?
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However, I felt the world around me spin for a brief moment. The next thing I knew, I was in Colin’s arms. Colin had a broad shoulder. I could smell the crisp, woody fragrance on him. His cotton shirt brushed against my cheek. It felt comfortable.
Outside the palace, the king and the queen stood by the entrance and shot me a naughty grin. Next to them, the chef, Matthew, was about to slap the laborer, Felix.
While we tried to re–enact the story, slapping someone might hurt their pride. It was best if we just glossed the details over. Furthermore, we all knew that Matthew and Felix fought earlier on. If Matthew slapped Felix for real, it’d be something personal. It wouldn’t be role- playing anymore.
We were all very close and got along very well. No one should hold grudges, right? Colin saw the awkward moment between Matthew and Felix. His impassive face made it hard for me to decipher what he was thinking.
“The prince woke the princess with a kiss. Thus ends the story.”
Everyone jumped and cheered. Matthew didn’t slap Felix at all, and that improved my impression of him. I put my mind to ease and looked at my wristwatch. It was already a quarter to noon. We should grab lunch.
Colin told me that there was a good restaurant opposite the amusement park. He had already made a reservation, so the group departed happily.
We enjoyed the food greatly and stuffed ourselves full. Jade gave me a voice–activated music box as a gift; Zara weaved me a red checkered scarf; Matthew gave me a paperweight he had made himself. I wasn’t sure what it was made of, but it exuded a faint pleasant scent.