Page 5 of Broken Prince
“What do I think?” I take another step into the space and do a spin, taking it all in. “It’s amazing.”
“You like it?” This time, she sounds more hopeful. She’s nervous, afraid I’m going to hate it here, but she has nothing to worry about. As long as the boys don’t give me a hard time with what happened this summer and keep their mouths shut, I won’t have any issues living here.
I give her a soft smile. “I love it. It’s going to take some time getting use to the space, though.”
“James said you can fix it up however you like.” She grins widely. “Just no renovations.”
“Of course.” I laugh.
“Oh!” Her eyes light up as she grabs my hand. “This isn’t even the best part!” She drags me across the room to a little area that I didn’t see.
“A friggin’ balcony!” I gasp, looking out at the massive balcony with a friggin’ couch and table on it.
“Yes,” she laughs. “But that was not what I was talking about.”
She redirects my attention to the door on my other side and pushes it open.
“I’m gonna pass out,” I state, stepping inside. “Yup, totally am.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it? No more fighting over the bathroom,” she laughs.
“This isn’t a regular bathroom; it’s fit for a damn princess.”
“Well, you’re my princess, if that counts.” She grins.
“I’ll take it,” I laugh as I excitedly rush around the room. “Mom,” I say dead seriously.
Her face drops. “What?”
“I think I’m in love,” I sigh dramatically.
I’m not even joking. On the far side of the room is a tub. But not just any tub. A jet tub with steps up to it. It’s got stonework all around it and everything.
Oh, and not one, but two showers on either side of it. In the middle of the room is a round, pretty white ottoman.
To the left of the bathroom door is a wall of counter space, mirrors, and two sinks. Plenty of space for all my makeup and other products.
When I’m done gushing over the bathroom, we head back out to the bedroom. All of my things are sitting in the middle of the floor, but no one else is anywhere to be found.
“Do you want help unpacking?” Mom asks, grabbing a few of my bags and setting them on my bed.
“No, I’m good.” I grab a few more and place them on the dresser by the door. “I think I want to explore a bit. Or grab a bite to eat. Does Door Dash deliver to a place like this?” I raise a brow.
“I’m sure they do, but I’m also sure James has some food in the house. Why don’t I make everyone supper?”
“Mom, we just got here after driving for days. No one should be cooking.”
“Fair point. I’m thinking pizza?”
The thought of it has me clutching my belly as it growls, and I groan. “Yes. I’d kill for a pizza.”
Once back downstairs, we find James and the guys in the kitchen.
Don’t even get me started on this room. It’s a fucking dream.
Just like the rest of this house, it’s big.
The guys are sitting on the bar stools at an attached island. Every one of them looks over at us when we step into the room.