Red- White Royal Blue 〈DELUXE ⇒〉

The backdrop was the Royal Wedding of the year. The crime scene: a forgotten linen closet off the main gallery.

Alex snorted. “I’m not. It was the best cake I’ve ever had.” Red- White Royal Blue

They knelt on either side of the girl. For a full minute, neither spoke. The girl, sensing the weird energy, looked between them. “Are you two friends now?” The backdrop was the Royal Wedding of the year

The girl grabbed a white brick and slammed it into the tower’s base. “You should build something together. That’s what my mom says. Broken things get stronger when you glue them right.” “I’m not

The solution, when it came, was pure, agonizing farce. A joint “unity tour” across the UK and the East Coast. The First Son and the Prince, publicly patching up their “differences” for the cameras. Smiling. Shaking hands. Pretending the air between them wasn’t thick with a tension that had nothing to do with politics.