Chapter 69: Maria and Paris

Paris opened the black suede box. A sharp shade of royal blue gleamed across his face. He smiled at the round pendant lying gracefully before him as if it was the smiling face of Maria's. He snapped the box shut. He couldn't wait to give this to her. She would be thrilled! She would wrap her arms around him and give him a tight hug. He would kiss her. The prince stared in horror at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Kiss?! Ah hell!!! He slammed a palm at the steering wheel and the horn blared like a trumpet. The door opened and Maria slid in. "It was an accident," Paris hastily explained. Maria looked at him. "What?" Paris noted the sad gaze and became alert. "The horn. It went off by accident." "I see," his personal maid muttered quietly. The silence surrounding them soon deafened his ears. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "What happened?" he asked. His voice was tender again. Did she got scolded