Page 34 of A Royal Disaster
Mad Eyes Murphy: American Psycho?
Looks like there may be trouble in paradise for our favorite royal ship and we have to admit, we aren’t surprised. Turns out Mad Eyes Murphy has a dark side. We know, we know. It’s not exactly news, but where there’s a lawsuit there’s a story, and we want all the deets!
It’s not every day an aspiring princess gets knocked off her pedestal in such spectacular fashion and we’re here for it. To hear Mad Eyes’ ex tell it, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. (Speaking of MEM’s ex, are we the only ones who think she traded waaaay up?) And did you all see that savage picture of MEM riding the hot mess express (link below)? Evenwefelt bad for her because once that sh*t’s on the internet, it’s FOREVER!
Poor Prince William.
Sources close to HRH say he was completely blindsided by news of MEM’s lawsuit and the accusations she’s completely unhinged. Granted, we’re not sure we buy that last part, because, come on, we’ve got photographic evidence to the contrary, but what do we know? Maybe HRH has a fetish for crazypants.
Either way, I guess it’s true what they say. You can never really know someone…unless you hire a top-notch private investigator, which we highly recommend. (Pro Tip: it’s not stalking if you hire a professional!)
So, what do you think? Is Willena headed for splitsville or will MEM lure HRH over to the dark side? I don’t know about you, lovely readers, but we’re just hoping HRH gets out alive!
Chapter Ten
Lena smiled and greeted the stream of bright-eyed students flowing through the front door of the studio. She loved working with elementary school kids. Their energy was contagious, and they wore their enthusiasm with pride, letting it pour out of them as they laughed and played, filling nearly every stool in the studio.
She did a quick time check, confirming the class wasn’t due to start for another five minutes. If Liam didn’t show up soon, she’d have to start without him.
It’s not a big deal.
She didn’t actually need Liam to teach the class. In fact, she doubted he’d be much help when it came to coaching the kids on technique, but she’d thought it would be good for the world to see them doing something low-key for once, and Fin had promised to leak a few photos, which would be good exposure for the studio. The fact that the kids would get a kick out of meeting a real life royal was just icing on the cake.
Lena worried her bottom lip. Fin had warned her the prince had a busy day and they might be cutting it close, but she’d hoped he would be able to make it.
“Ready to get started?” Nia asked, scooting past with an armload of aprons.
“Go ahead and hand those out,” Lena said, sneaking one last look at the clock, “but let’s wait just a few more minutes in case we’ve got stragglers.”
“Right,” Nia said, wiggling her brows suggestively. “Stragglers.”
Ignoring her, Lena pulled her phone from her pocket, debating whether she should message Liam.
No. She wasn’t going to text him. It wasn’t like she’d told anyone he was coming, because God forbid the press got wind of it. The place would be mobbed.
She glanced around. Well, more mobbed than it already was, anyway.
The turnout was surprisingly good, despite Chad’s character assassination. Maybe it was proof that not everyone believed what they read in the tabloids. Then again, turnout was always good for the East Village Community Center workshops. Lena had partnered with them shortly after opening her doors and offered free classes to the children enrolled in the after-school enrichment program. Her mission had always been to make art accessible to the entire neighborhood, whether they could afford to pay for lessons or not, and the partnership made it all possible.
She surveyed the room, her heart swelling with joy at the sight of all the smiling faces. It didn’t matter if Liam showed, they’d make the best of it and have a great afternoon painting. If she was lucky, she could convince Nia to make a donut run after the class. You know, since she was never showing her face at Sweet Celebrations again.
Just as she turned to grab her own apron, the bell over the door jingled, and she looked up to see Liam standing there in a three-piece suit, a look of terror in his eyes as he took in all the children.
Any other day the sight of him standing there like Adonis in a perfectly tailored suit might’ve stolen her breath, but the look on his face was too much, and it was all she could do not to double over laughing.
“It’s about time,” she called, grabbing an apron and slipping it on over her head. She tied it behind her back and stepped out onto the floor, weaving between the tables as she made her way to Liam.
“What’s going on?” Liam whispered, as if he didn’t want anyone to know just how clueless he was in that moment. It was totally unnecessary. The studio was so loud the kids probably wouldn’t have heard anything short of a shout.
“Didn’t Fin tell you?” she asked, dropping her gaze to his designer suit. “You’re going to help me teach an art class today.”
“He must’ve forgotten to mention it.”
Lena grinned, amused by Fin’s quiet rebellion. “I guess this means you’ll be needing to borrow another EVA T-shirt?”
Liam closed his eyes and gave a slow shake of his head. “It would appear so.”
Back in the office, Lena dug an EVA tee from the box, this time remembering not to shamelessly display her ass as she bent over to search for Liam’s size. Jinx, who was sleeping on the shelf next to the pile of boxes, let out a yowl, seemingly displeased at having his catnap interrupted. Lena shushed him. “Be nice or I’ll take you out so all the children can say hello and pet you.”
