Chloe watched as her friend and former colleague struggled with a big carton box, her flip-flops clapping against the grass every time she took a step. She had to stifle her laughter when the big security guy looked at his chief in worry. "I'm fine, Bobby, go relax and fetch yourself something to drink, okay?" Evee mumbled, trying to look over the box and finally placing it on the big terrace table with a grunt.

The blonde turned her head towards the broad chested man and noticed him walking back inside, "Finally, I swear that man's my shadow."

"He's just worried. I bet Harry told him to not leave you out of his sight. It's cute." Chloe spoke, sipping from her rose wine and staring at the quiet gardens of Kensington's private area.

"It's annoying." Evee corrected. "I don't need him around the house."

"How are you holding up anyways, living here full time together with Harry?" The brunette questioned. In the past year both of them had gotten closer and she felt like she knew the blonde more than anyone. Chloe was a little glad that the bad influence (aka Fred) was out of the way, but she would never tell Evee. She knew the blonde would be angry. Chloe knew Evee was happy but couldn't help but wonder how she adjusted so well to this new environment. You really couldn't compare it to her former little apartment.

"It's... Really nice actually." Eveline grinned, opening the box and taking out at least 30 little black maps. "We have a lot of fun. It's going better than expected."

"What did you expect then?"

"I don't know, maybe a fight about him leaving his underpants on the floor? Maybe annoyance about his working schedule? I don't know. At least something, I always thought living with a guy would be more challenging."

"Well, I am for one glad that it's going well. The house is big enough to give you guys some space if needed. I can't even believe you've been engaged for more than two and a half months already. Before we know it, you'll be ready to walk to aisle." Chloe spoke enthusiastically. 

"It's still eight months away, Chlo." Evee answered worriedly. There was still so much stuff to do, Harry had been so busy but after the Trooping of the Colour, he spoke about many engagements together, even internationally. William and him had also been busy planning a memorial concert for their mother at the end of august at Wembleys. Between all that, they still had to plan a wedding.

"You still have some time, plus you have a whole team behind you. It'll be fine. What are these anyways?" Chloe spoke, eyeing the neatly coordinated maps on the table. She knew this wasn't the work of the blonde, just by looking how neatly everything was organized, it couldn't be.

"Anna's work. Portfolios for wedding dress designers." Evee mumbled, placing the now empty box on the terrace and finally planting her ass on the seat next to Chloe.

"All of these?!" Chloe answered in shock, looking at all the maps.

"Unfortunately, yes. You're going to help me pick one out. We're just going to drink a lot of wine and when we're drunk enough, close our eyes and point one out at random. That's the one who'll design the dress."

"There's not a way in hell I'm allowing you to do that. Are you absolutely mental?! Do you even realize the impact of this choice?!" Chloe looked at her friend with widened eyes and shock. That the blonde would just randomly pick out a designer for her own weddinggown, the thought only made her furious. "We're going to go through these one by one. We'll create piles." She shifted the maps on one side of the table. Pointing towards the empty places, she spoke. "The left side is the No. The middle is Maybe and the right is Yes, definitely."

"I just want to get married to Harry. I don't like the whole designer stuff. Can't we just pick one of the tab?"

"Of the tab?!?" Chloe shrieked at her friend. "Let me just ignore you for a second there and we'll get started. Okay, first one-" The brunette was going to continue when she noticed her friend holding up her finger to stop her.

"Just one second." Evee mumbled.

"What?" Chloe watched how she grabbed the half empty bottle of rose and poured it into her glass entirely, almost spilling it. Leaning her head forward, Evee placed her lips around the edge of the glass and opened up wide.

In three big gulps, she down poured the whole glass in her stomach. Finishing it off, she wiped her mouth with her arm and placed both hands on her thighs. "I'm ready."

Shaking her head, Chloe muttered. "You are unbelievable. If the public would see you now..."

"Then they would say that they would need a couple glasses of wine too to comprehend the situation." The blonde spoke wisely with a smug grin on her face.

"You're lucky they like you so much. Did you read the articles after the Trooping by the way?"

"No I didn't, you know I don't read stuff like that anymore."

"But they were all super sweet!" Chloe spoke, opening the first map and staring at the information about the designer on top. "And that one picture of Harry and you hugging in the background on the balcony at Buckingham. The public adored it."

"They weren't supposed to see that, that was private." Evee mumbled. Of course the photographers had seen them in an embrace. They had just kissed and the balcony doors were opening. She knew the Queen didn't like it but the picture wasn't clear and they were merely shadows in it.

"It was a good move on your part though."

"It wasn't a move Chloe, we were actually having a moment." The blonde spoke, ignoring the annoyance building up in her chest. She didn't make 'moves', she wanted to kiss Harry because it was a beautiful moment, not because it was set up.

"Right, anyways I thought you guys were adorable in that carriage." Chloe sighed dreamily.

"Don't be like that on our wedding, please."

"Like what?"

"That face. Don't do the dreamy, sighing face at the wedding." Evee pointed at her friend's expression. "And no ugly crying face either."

"I know there will be one ugly crying face and it won't be me." The brunette smirked back, knowing fully well how Evee was a tough girl but when it came down on it, could crumble in a minute if things were getting too emotional.

"We're not supposed to laugh at Harry, you know that and definitely not on our wedding day." The blonde smirked.

Chloe threw her head back and laughed, "We're laughing now but I'm sure we'll be a mess on the day itself."

"I know I'll cry if Harry cries." Evee mumbled.

"And you know he will."

"Hey! He can hold his own! William didn't really cry on his wedding day."

"William isn't Harry. Harry's more emotional."

"Right. Let's just stop this whole crying conversation and start picking." Evee pointed at the maps upon the table. "Anna has been on my case for way too long to pick one. Says the process needs to get started as soon as possible."

Chloe nodded her head, "I have Alexander McQueen in my hands here. Holy buzzers."

"No."

"You're saying no to McQueen?!" Chloe spoke. "You haven't even seen the pictures in this portfolio! Kate's dress was made by him!"

"Okay show them to me." Evee answered, watching how Chloe turned the map around in her lap and turned pages to reveal all sorts of wedding gowns. They were pretty, but way too big for Evee's liking. Most of them looked ridiculously expensive. Plus, she didn't want the same designer as Kate's dress, Evee felt like she would steal her future sister in law's thunder. "No."

Chloe eyed her friend with unbelieve and hesitated for a few seconds but then finally pushed the map on the No pile. "Next one is Patricio Bertelli, the man behind Prada."

"Let's see the dresses then." Evee mumbled, watching how Chloe again turned the pages around. All the wedding dresses looked like the other ones in the McQueen catalogue. "Look, let us just skip the big names and see if there's any less known designers in there."

"But why?" Chloe spoke, scrunching her nose. "If Chanel wants to do your dress why would you decline, forgodsake Evee."

"I don't want Chanel to do my wedding gown!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm not Chanel. I'm not Prada. I'm not Dolce." Evee eagerly spoke, "I just want someone small, okay? I want to help someone, maybe build a career for them by doing my wedding dress. I've never been a Chanel-girl in my entire life! I don't know why I would want to be one right now."

"Because you can be one right now! You're allowed to."

"But I don't want to be one, Chloe. Just throw the big names aside, okay?!"

"Fine." Chloe grumbled, looking through different maps. "Not even Gucci?"

"No."

"What about Natan?" The brunette smirked, knowing way too well that the Belgian designer would catch her attention.

"Natan wants to do my wedding gown?!" Eveline's mouth opened in shock. She knew about Natan. It was a brand that many royals, mainly Dutch or Belgian, wore. She didn't even think they would even consider sending their portfolio to her.

"Yes pile?" Chloe spoke with hopeful eyes.

"Maybe pile." Evee grinned, watching how her friend rolled her eyes and placed the map in the middle of the table. Oh how she still loved pushing Chloe's buttons.

"I don't know this one. It doesn't have a lot of pictures." Chloe mumbled, "Lily Dujardin."

"I like her name, show it to me." Chloe passed the smallest map towards her friend and watched how her green eyes scanned the information in front of her. "British mother, French father. She lives in London now, it would be perfect."

"She's only been designing for two years, Evee."

"Look at these dresses though." The blonde sucked in a deep breath as her finger moved across the pictures. "Look at the details."

"They only have two employers." Chloe spoke, being the rational one.

"I like this. God, I love this dress." Evee didn't even listen to Chloe anymore, her eyes stared at the dress in front of her. The lace looked delicate and romantic. The wedding dress wasn't white, the colour was more eggscale. It wasn't perfectly lined, which Evee loved. It had a romantic, bohemian vibe. It was the back that took her breath away though. The back wasn't bare, but it was see through. The beading around the waist was perfect. The beads were a pretty and a versatile detail for the wedding dress. "I want her."

"Evee-"

"It's settled. Bobby?!"

"Eveline! We still have ten more to open!"

The blonde ignored her friend and watch how her security guy marched on the grass with a high pace, "Madam-" Evee stared at the man with one eyebrow raised as if it was a challenge. "I mean, Evee."

The blonde couldn't help but smirk, "I know it's not your job and I apologize but could you give this map as soon as possible to Anna and tell her that this is my final decision for the wedding designer." The security guard's eyes widened and he eagerly nodded his head, taking the map from her hands and walking back towards the palace. "I'm so glad this is over."

"You just picked an unknown, young woman as your wedding designer when you could pick McQueen, Prada, Dolce, Natan,..."

"Lily Dujardin sounds better."

"You are absolutely mental." Chloe muttered, now being the one who threw back her glass in one gulp. "The girl will be instantly famous. Have you even spoken to her? Do you know who she is?"

"No. But I'm sure everything will be fine. They will contact her and make an appointment to meet with me."

"The poor girl will lose her mind." 

"Pretty sure Anna will lose her mind."

"Does Harry know?"

"That I wanted to pick someone unknown and not a big designer? Yes, he does."

"And he's fine with that?! Of course he is." Chloe spoke, instantly pulling back her words. "He'd be fine with you shaving off your head or even getting a face tattoo." She mumbled.

Evee laughed, throwing back her head. "Not sure about the face tattoo though."

Chloe shook her head, holding back a grin, "I actually wanted to tell you that you need the clear your agenda for February 17/18."

"What? Why?"

"Bachelorette of course." Chloe grinned at Evee clapping her hands in excitement. "I knew it isn't standard with royalty but Mathias is helping me. May the lord have mercy on me."

"On you!? Do you even know Mathias?! May the lord have mercy on me. No fucking strippers, I'm serious." Evee tried to speak with an even voice but failed, "I'm just kidding, please get me strippers. But private ones! Please make them decent and trustable."

"We're getting a ginger stripper!"

"It's supposed to be a surprise Chloe! I'm getting another bottle." She pointed the empty rose bottle in the air and marched towards the house.  Chloe couldn't help but snort when she heard her friend talk to herself, "A ginger stripper, oh wow."