Page 16 of The Prince (Spy Girl 1)
"Yes, they do. What color is your dress? I have a hat you could borrow. Or we could send the boys out to shop."
Ari groans. "I think since I'm finished with breakfast, I'll leave the fashion to you ladies and go have a pint with Peter."
"Oh, he'd love that," Allie says. "I'll get my dress and be right back."
I finish my meal and take a deep breath. I had hoped to do some yoga and work out, but now I'm going to have to hustle to be ready in time. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't show up fashionably late to the Queen's party.
I consider sending her son a text thanking him for the gifts, but decide it's better for the mission to keep him wondering if I'll show up.
"Here's my dress," Allie says, returning. "What do you think?" She's holding it up to herself. "Too short?"
"It almost comes to your knee. I think it will work. And the black background with the floral pattern is both modern and traditional." I have no idea what that even meant. My fashion decisions usually revolve around which black yoga pants make my butt look the best. She nods like I made sense.
"Oh, good. Ellis told me you have hair and makeup on call. Have you called them?"
I go into my closet and grab a hat box. The Kates sent me with two hats. One to wear to a daytime party and one to wear to the beach. "No, but I'm sure Ellis did. He's on top of things."
Ellis knocks on the door just as I'm pulling the hat out of the box.
"Hair and makeup will arrive in one hour to prep you for the Queen's Garden Party. We are on a tight time frame, and you don't want to be late."
"We won't be. Allie, what do you think? Shall we pre-party with some champagne?"
"Most definitely."
"I will send a server back shortly. Miss Allie, would you like something to eat?"
"Oh, yes. A spinach salad, no dressing. Maybe some grilled salmon or chicken on it?" She turns to me. "I told my agent I was coming here, and she booked me in the fashion show tonight at the Amber Room. Can you come? Will you bring Daniel?"
"Daniel went to Switzerland. Something to do with a photo shoot."
"Have you seen his watch ad? The one where he is swimming with the waterproof watch on?" She picks up my extra hat and fans her face with it. Then she realizes what she's doing and looks at the hat. "Oh, this is adorable. And the black will match my dress. Are you sure I can borrow it?"
"I'm sure."
"So do you like the Prince or Daniel? You had a lot of chemistry at the gala. And the way you danced together--it was almost magical."
"Magical?" I scoff. "Uh, no. It was just a few dances."
"And then you left together."
"We got pizza."
"I got some pizza of my own. Do you know about me and Ari? Do you think badly of me?"
"I think what matters is what you think of yourself. I personally have no problem with you sleeping with whomever you fancy. Unless you have some kind of a commitment with Peter."
"Oh, no. He's told me many times he doesn't do commitment. I know he goes through women, but he's really sweet, and I enjoy his company. It's just that he's not--how can I put this delicately? Your brother is a beast in the sack. And I feel like an addict waiting for my next hit. Staying at your villa is both brilliant and torturous. I snuck into his room last night."
"I try to stay out of his love life."
"You just found out he's your brother. Admit it. The first time you saw him he heated up your panties."
"I did think he was nice looking."
"You two look a lot alike. I looked up your dad online. He must have had dominant genes, because you both look just like him."
I make a mental note to find a photo of Ares and have a look myself, but am now even more impressed with our casting. I'm lost in thought and not really paying attention to the fact that Allie is rummaging through my handbag. She pulls something out of it.
"Oh, I should borrow one of these. Flights seem to clog my pores." She starts to take the back off one of the pore strips.
"Wait!" I yell, ripping it out of her hands, imagining her beautiful nose blown off by the incendiary device.
She's taken aback by my outburst.
"Sorry," I reply. "It's just I need to throw those away. They're cheap and practically ripped half the skin off my nose. It was red for two days. You wouldn't want that for the fashion show tonight."
She clutches her chest as if I just saved her life. "Oh, thank goodness you stopped me. I would have been so upset if that happened!"
"Me too," I say, taking all the strips out of my bag and throwing them in the trash. I'll retrieve them when she goes to get changed.
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Getting into the Queen's Garden Party is much different than driving to the castle with the Prince. Vehicles are not parked onsite, but rather valeted. All guests must show their invitation and identification then pass through a metal detector and have their bags checked. My shoes go off even though they aren't outfitted with any gadgets, since they were a gift from the Prince. The shoes aren't X-rayed as they should be, simply run past the nose of a bomb-sniffing dog who gives them a cursory whiff. There are a fair number of armed military present, both watching the crowd and surrounding the castle.
I'm relieved to see it. It wouldn't deter a well-trained assassin, but it is a good defense against suicide bombers or armed attacks.
Allie and Peter are held up in security, so Ari escorts me toward the garden, and we talk while winding down the brick, tree-lined path. Flowers are in full bloom, and the hedges expertly tended.
"Let's go over the weak spots in security," he says, speaking low so that no one will overhear us. "There are snipers on the roof. The castle is surrounded by soldiers with assault weapons. They brought in portable restrooms so that visitors will have no reason to enter the castle. The guests have been personally invited and, I'm sure, pre-screened. What would you do if you wanted to kill the Prince today?"
I look at the brick walls surrounding the garden then up at the sky. "Maybe fly in?"
"A helicopter would be susceptible to the snipers."
"It could do a lot of damage before it was taken out, though. What about a drone? Or one of those little helicopters with the cameras? Only maybe it's a gun instead. It would be quiet and could sneak up. But, honestly, I'd be more worried about the backend of the event. The food delivery trucks, the caterers, the servers. Or, worse, someone like us."
"What do you mean?" Ari asks.
"We got through. Do you have any weapons in your possession?"
"No, the invitation mentioned security, so I'm not packing."
I grab his wrist. "What about your watch?"
"Cartier, brand new."
I show him mine. "My Cartier is special."
"How so?"
"It's loaded with poison darts." I flash my hand at him. "And this ring can reveal a single-use poison tip. If I scratched you with it, you'd be dead in a matter of minutes. If I were playing for the other side, I'd be the big threat. And I'd succeed easily."
"My sister is a badass," he says, and it makes me smile. It's the first mission-related compliment he's given me.
"Don't you have any gadgets?"
"Yeah, I do." He rolls his eyes like a little boy caught with candy.
"What do you have?"
"A fine writing pen that when clicked properly contains a similar dart. Cuff links that become tracking and listening devices. A hankie square made of Kevlar."
"My brother is a badass," I tease.
"So that's what we need to be looking for--someone like us. But I agree with you. The threat could be a man or woman and could be either a guest or server. Keep your eyes open and stick close to the Prince. I'll stay close by, as well, forming a sort of outer perimeter."
"Sounds like a plan," I agree as we arrive at the entrance to the garden.
"Wait up!" Allie calls from behind us, her and Peter scurrying to catch up.
"That was ridiculous," Peter huffs. "To be invited to an event and have to practical
ly be strip searched."
"What happened?"
"He had a nail file in his pocket," Allie states.
Peter goes on. "Clearly, it is not a weapon. What could I even do with it? File their royal nails until they bled?"
Ari and I share a glance, both thinking the same thing. There are a lot of things you could do with a nail file, jabbing it directly into a man's eye being the first that comes to mind.
"Why do you have a nail file? They don't even allow those on airplanes," Ari states.
Allie smiles at him. "I don't think Peter's ever flown commercial."
"And it wasn't like a big metal file," Peter continues. "It's a pair of clippers that have a little nail file. I'm prone to hangnails."
Clippers can be effective, too, I think. With the right amount of force and a quick slash, a major artery in the neck could be opened and a man would bleed to death. Messy, but effective.
"They didn't let me keep them. That's what took so long. I had to fill out a coat check type form. If they weren't made of gold and a gift from my grandfather, I would have just ditched them." He grabs Allie's hand. "Remind me to pick them up when we leave."
