In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 352

An elegantly scripted invitation arrived three days later, hand-delivered by a royal messenger. Amelia stared at the thick cream envelope, the royal crest embossed in gold on its surface.

"Another one?" her grandfather asked, watching her from his favorite armchair in the study.

"Yes." Amelia broke the seal carefully. "It's a dinner invitation. From the palace." Her stomach tightened as she read further. "For tonight."

Her grandfather's eyebrows rose. "Tonight? That's rather short notice. Very unlike Theodore I would have to say."

"It says Prince Niko has returned later than he had hoped from his trip and wishes to meet me before the formal events begin." Amelia's voice remained steady even as her heart thundered in her chest. "King Theodore requests our presence at seven." Amelia held herself back from snorting… Talk about late to the party. Niko was just turning up now, talk about bad manners.

"Then we shall attend," Edward replied simply, as if they were discussing a casual tea rather than Amelia's first encounter with her future husband. "Your parents are still resting from their journey, but they'll be pleased. I'll inform them immediately."

Amelia nodded, still staring at the invitation. Four days before her wedding, and she would finally meet the man who would become her husband. The man who would share her bed, her life, her future. She felt dizzy at the thought.

"I think I'll take a walk in the gardens," she murmured, rising from her seat.

"Indeed. But make sure you choose something stunning to wear tonight," her grandfather said. "First impressions matter greatly."

Amelia nodded again, her feet carrying her outside on autopilot. Once in the garden she hurried to the pond area and the big willow tree. She leaned against the trunk, allowing herself one brief moment of panic.

"Tonight," she whispered to the empty air. "I meet him tonight."

What if I hate him?

"The blue one," Gloria Wilson declared, surveying the three gowns laid out on Amelia's bed. "It will complement your coloring perfectly."

Amelia studied the dress her mother had selected. The midnight blue silk fell in elegant lines, modest yet flattering. Not too showy, not too demure. Exactly the kind of calculated choice a future princess should make.

"What do you think, darling?" Her father, Ted, asked from his position near the window. He looked uncomfortable amid the feminine discussion of fashion, but determined to support his daughter.

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