My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapters 16. The Maid And the Prince.

"Sorry my husband can't come tonight because he's in London, Mr. Sturgeon." Portia spoke to a thick, thin-faced bearded man sitting across the table.

He, Robert Sturgeon; prime minister Scottland, nodded, raising one hand. Then his eyes turned to Nicholas.

"So this is your youngest son, Mrs Johanssen?" show it to Nicholas.

"That's right, Mr. Sturgeon. This is Nicholas, my youngest son who is studying at Edinburgh University, majoring in Humanities and Social Sciences, fourth semester," Portia replied, boasting her son.

The prime minister nodded. He then touched the shoulder of a bespectacled girl with a thin face like her, who was sitting next to him. "And this is my only daughter, Alena. Incidentally, Alena just entered this year at Edinburgh University."

"Oh, so?" portia was happy. "Do you know Alena, Nic? You may not know each other" he continued.

Both Nicholas and Alena shook their heads. Nicholas notices a glimpse of the girl across the table. Bad appearance. Bespectacled, his teeth were slightly barked and cawed, and his face was filled with brown spots.

"Calm down, Mrs Johanssen, after this they will know each other. And maybe you'll be friends on campus, "soon Robert.

In his heart, Nicholas was eager to curse his mother. It's a conspiracy. He suspects, he was forced to come to this boring event to be betrothed to the ugly girl.

"The way tonight is important to be introduced to the younger generation like our children, Mrs Johanssen. I really appreciate your son's presence tonight."

"I also deliberately brought Alena so that she would understand the culture of her own country. You know, no, young people now, they like culture better than America."

"That's right, Mr. Sturgeon," said Portia, patting Nicholas on the arm.

On stage, there is a bagpipe music performance played by several men in kilt (box-patterned short sarong).

While Nicholas looked careless the few times he met with a look at Alena, who always threw a smile at him. The girl's braces really bother her eyes.

"You can't be careful, can you? You spilled a drink on my dress. Look at my dress getting wet!"

"Sorry, ma'am, let me clean up."

"Don't touch me!"

The commotion at the next table made all eyes turn in that direction. Nicholas's eyes were instantly rounded.

"Become?" said slowly. Nicholas saw Dara dressed as a waiter, trying to persuade the woman in a white dress. The girl's face looked panicked and pale.

"immigrant workers. Very amateurs," said Portia. "I don't understand why they employ amateurs like them" he lamented.

"Left wing idea." Robert rolled both his eyes. "They think Scottland needs a lot of immigrants." He sipped his wine glass.

"They're people with thoughts that they think are forward and open. Look, they're just bringing trouble into this country" the man continued.

Portia. He agreed with the prime minister's words. The two were also involved in political talks that made Nicholas increasingly bored.

"Why don't you stay in your country, you idiot!"

The voice of the woman whose dress was wet from Dara's actions, was heard again. But, this time only Nicholas noticed.

He saw Dara still persuaded the woman and apologized, but all the girl received was mockery. Looks like Nicholas moved his heart to stop all that. He was annoyed by the woman's harsh words, which made Dara look even paler.

"Nicholas, where are you going?" Portia was surprised to see Nicholas move from her seat.

Nicholas did not answer the mother's question. He walked towards the next table and pulled Dara's arm. He put the girl behind him.

"Madam, this girl has apologized to you. You don't have to put it on that way."

"Don't you see my dress is broken? You don't know how long I've been ordering this dress from the best designer in Edinburgh?" The woman pointed at her now reddish-colored white dress on her front.

"How much is your dress? I'll replace it. You don't have to curse this girl" defended Nicholas.

The woman was shocked, as were the people around her. They stared at each other with astonished expressions.

Before the woman answered, Nicholas had already pulled Dara's arm and carried her away from the place. He paid no heed to Portia's call that sounded so wrathful.

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Dara pulled her rough hand from Nicholas's. The girl forced them to stop after a while and left the hotel ballroom, and now the two are on the side of the road.

"I have to get back to the ballroom." Dara turned her body about to run back towards the hotel, but Nicholas hurriedly intercepted her.

"Why go back there?"

"You're stupid, huh? I have to work. I have to ask her to persuade her until she forgives me. Otherwise I won't be paid by my superiors!"

Nicholas clucking. "Don't you hear him berating you?"

"I don't care. I have to get back to the hotel."

"No!" exclaim Nicholas. His face looks upset, not playing. To the point that he clutched Dara's shoulder hard.

"Surge!" Dara tried to push Nicholas' chest. But, the young man did not flinch.

"Look, you don't know thank you. I saved you from that witch, Stupid Girl!"

"Omong empty! You're just getting me in trouble."

Nicholas hit Dara's head in a fit of rage. "Basic don't know thank you!" his gerrick.

"Surge!" shout Dara.

"I won't let you in there again!"

Dara rounded her pair of eyes. He did not believe what he had just heard. Bossy once this crazy young man, he thought.

"I don't care if you allow me or not. Who are you?"

"Once I say no, still no!"

Dara hissing. He pushed back Nicholas' chest hard. Then left the young man. But Nicholas did not remain silent. He chased after Dara and grabbed the girl's arm, then twisted it.

"Auch! Sick, Nicholas! Crazyhead!" peekik Dara's. His feet reflexively stepped on Nicholas' shoes. But, the young man still did not want to let go of his hand checks.

The phone in his pants pocket rang. One hand restrains Dara from escaping by holding the girl, the other one grabs the phone.

"Nicholas Johanssen where are you? Get back here (Back here)!" snarled Portia from across.

"Sorry, Mum, I'm busy!" Nicholas hung up the phone one-sidedly. Then again arrested Dara who rebelled in his arms.

"Based on a madman! Unhand me! Help u! Tolo .. mmmmh!"

Nicholas smothered Dara's mouth with his palm. "Shut up! Don't fight!" snapped it.

"Mmmmh! Mm-h!" Dara's breath gasped after a futile resistance.

"I'll drive you home."

"I don't want to!"

"Don't argue!"

"Take me off, Crazy!"

Nicholas doesn't care about Dara's protests. He stopped the passing taxi and forced Dara in. He pushed the girl's body rough into the car, then he entered.

"My clothes and bags are still there, you idiot!" grout Dara.

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