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shower together as well.”
As they cleaned each other in Apolo's enormous shower, Trinity had a moment of fear over what the next three weeks would bring. What they had had tonight had felt real, more real than anything she had experienced before, if she were honest, but tomorrow…tomorrow they would have to be real for the cameras.
“We're going to be brilliant,” he said as if he could read her thoughts, and though she was still troubled, she smiled up at him.
If he needed them to be brilliant, then she would make damn sure that they were.
Chapter Five
By Tuesday, Trinity thought that she had the shape of things, and the shape of things was that she wanted nothing more than to strangle her co-stars.
The reality show, called Real Royals , was being shot in a gorgeous manor in London. The theme of the show was to capture the three-week-long retreat of some of Europe's wildest jet-setting young royals and to see what they did when they were sharing space.
It sounded a little dubious to Trinity in the first place, and then she had met their co-stars.
Jozef and Serafina of Montal had been married for a year, and even to Trinity's inexpert eye, they were on the rocks. The two royals had come into the house bickering, which the camera had loved, and before they switched to their native German, Trinity was sure that she had heard the words “bitch” and “bastard” used liberally throughout their rants.
At the other end of the spectrum were Carolina and Antonio of Castell de Muntanya, the prince and princess of a small mountainous country on the border of Spain and France. They looked like they were intensely in love, but there was something to the gleam in Carolina's eye that Trinity simply didn't trust. When Carolina wasn't spending her time cooing over her husband the prince, she was watching the other royals with a hard and glittering eye. Being in the same room with the woman was going to be uncomfortable in the extreme, and Trinity could already tell that was going to be a source of conflict the producers were going to push.
Then there was Apolo and herself. They had been filmed entering the gorgeous London manor, something that she had been expecting, but the cameras had shocked Apolo. He had started visibly when there was a camera running as they opened the doors. Trinity had squeezed his hand, directing his attention to the stained glass window above the foyer.
“Oh, how lovely,” she said with genuine pleasure. “It must be Swiss, yes?”
Distracted, he looked up at the glass and, to her relief, stopped scowling at the camera.
“Good eye,” he said after a moment. “It's a great deal like one at the art museum in Athens.”
“The Pierre du Pleiss? The red? I love that one…”
If he was a little startled at her knowledge of seventeenth-century glass work , he gave no sign. Instead, he allowed her to lead him into the living room, where the other royals were waiting.
It was, Trinity thought, neatly done. She didn't mind being seen as the artistic one, even if that meant that she saw less drama than Serafina and Carolina. She had sat, one hand carelessly on Apolo's arm, as the host explained the show to the camera and also to the royals themselves.
It was not as bad as she had feared. There was no real competition, no real reason for animosity. It was simply an excuse for people who would otherwise have little to do with one another to live close. At the end, it was nothing more than a way for people to see what their favorite royals looked like when they were simply living their lives.
There would be a few tasks, but they were simple things. To Trinity's great relief, the show would not be going out live, which at least would reduce the amount of panic that she had. If worse came to worse, she knew that Apolo's lawyers would simply step in and commandeer the film.
“And with that in mind,” said the host with a winning smile, “I hope that the six of you enjoy each
As they cleaned each other in Apolo's enormous shower, Trinity had a moment of fear over what the next three weeks would bring. What they had had tonight had felt real, more real than anything she had experienced before, if she were honest, but tomorrow…tomorrow they would have to be real for the cameras.
“We're going to be brilliant,” he said as if he could read her thoughts, and though she was still troubled, she smiled up at him.
If he needed them to be brilliant, then she would make damn sure that they were.
Chapter Five
By Tuesday, Trinity thought that she had the shape of things, and the shape of things was that she wanted nothing more than to strangle her co-stars.
The reality show, called Real Royals , was being shot in a gorgeous manor in London. The theme of the show was to capture the three-week-long retreat of some of Europe's wildest jet-setting young royals and to see what they did when they were sharing space.
It sounded a little dubious to Trinity in the first place, and then she had met their co-stars.
Jozef and Serafina of Montal had been married for a year, and even to Trinity's inexpert eye, they were on the rocks. The two royals had come into the house bickering, which the camera had loved, and before they switched to their native German, Trinity was sure that she had heard the words “bitch” and “bastard” used liberally throughout their rants.
At the other end of the spectrum were Carolina and Antonio of Castell de Muntanya, the prince and princess of a small mountainous country on the border of Spain and France. They looked like they were intensely in love, but there was something to the gleam in Carolina's eye that Trinity simply didn't trust. When Carolina wasn't spending her time cooing over her husband the prince, she was watching the other royals with a hard and glittering eye. Being in the same room with the woman was going to be uncomfortable in the extreme, and Trinity could already tell that was going to be a source of conflict the producers were going to push.
Then there was Apolo and herself. They had been filmed entering the gorgeous London manor, something that she had been expecting, but the cameras had shocked Apolo. He had started visibly when there was a camera running as they opened the doors. Trinity had squeezed his hand, directing his attention to the stained glass window above the foyer.
“Oh, how lovely,” she said with genuine pleasure. “It must be Swiss, yes?”
Distracted, he looked up at the glass and, to her relief, stopped scowling at the camera.
“Good eye,” he said after a moment. “It's a great deal like one at the art museum in Athens.”
“The Pierre du Pleiss? The red? I love that one…”
If he was a little startled at her knowledge of seventeenth-century glass work , he gave no sign. Instead, he allowed her to lead him into the living room, where the other royals were waiting.
It was, Trinity thought, neatly done. She didn't mind being seen as the artistic one, even if that meant that she saw less drama than Serafina and Carolina. She had sat, one hand carelessly on Apolo's arm, as the host explained the show to the camera and also to the royals themselves.
It was not as bad as she had feared. There was no real competition, no real reason for animosity. It was simply an excuse for people who would otherwise have little to do with one another to live close. At the end, it was nothing more than a way for people to see what their favorite royals looked like when they were simply living their lives.
There would be a few tasks, but they were simple things. To Trinity's great relief, the show would not be going out live, which at least would reduce the amount of panic that she had. If worse came to worse, she knew that Apolo's lawyers would simply step in and commandeer the film.
“And with that in mind,” said the host with a winning smile, “I hope that the six of you enjoy each
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