Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)

“You are so beautiful,” I say to her, and she smiles as she attaches her teardrop diamond earrings that my parents bought her as a push present. A think I didn’t even know existed, who knew you had to give her a present for giving birth.

“You look so handsome,” she says, coming to me and kissing my lips. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” We walk down the staircase, and my mother is in the living room while she walks Grace around, talking to her. My daughter is in another outfit.

“You look lovely,” she tells Kellie, and then I see my brother coming out of the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him and see he’s in a tux.

“I’m on the guest list.” He smiles, and I hear Cori groan in the back of me. “I’m half of the KT record label.”

“Oh, boy.” I hear Kellie whisper beside me. And I look over at Cori who is glaring at him. My mother just smiles at them as the front door opens and my father walks in.

“It’s grand central station,” I say, and he comes over, kissing Kellie on the cheek and then slapping my shoulder, but we are quickly forgotten when he spots Grace.

“There she is, my little princess,” he says, shrugging off his jacket, but my mother turns away from him. “Woman, give me my granddaughter.”

“Go and wash your hands,” she says, and he walks to the kitchen.

“Okay, so you guys have her text me if you need anything,” I tell them, pulling Kellie away and then walking out to the limo that is waiting. Kellie picks up her gown and steps into the limo, and then I get in with her, and we have to wait a couple of minutes for Cori and Harry to come out.

“Sorry, I had to change,” Cori says, getting in, and I see she is wearing a nude-colored dress that goes over one shoulder. Slick and classy, my brother gets in after her. “Okay, you will be one of the last people to arrive, so you have to haul ass and get in there.”

“What’s the worst that’ll happen?” Harry asks. “She’s Kellie; they are going to open that door and make sure she gets to her seat.” Cori turns and glares at him.

“When you become her manager and her PA and run her life, you get a say in this.” I smile at Cori. It was a no-brainer that the only person who could do what Tommy did was Cori, and when push comes to shove, I know that she will do whatever needs to be done for Kellie. She then turns and looks at Kellie. “We need to dump this one”—she motions with her head to my brother—“off somewhere.”

My brother laughs, and I sit here shocked. “What in the fuck is going on?” I mumble under my breath, watching when he puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her to him. “They don’t even know each other.”

“She helped me set up the children’s foundation,” Harry says, and his arm stays over her shoulder. She pushes away from him, but he doesn’t let her get far.

“Let me go,” she hisses, and Kellie laughs.

“Oh, dear,” she says and then we arrive. My brother gets out first and then holds his hand out for Cori. I step out, and I hear Cori pleading with him.

“Not in front of all these people,” she whispers, and he just nods his head and walks the red carpet by himself. I hold out my hand for Kellie, and she steps out, and the crowd goes wild. She holds up her hand waving, and we walk down the red carpet.

“I didn’t think she could look more beautiful.” I hear a man’s voice and then look over at the guy walking toward us.

“Carter,” Kellie says and walks to him, kissing his cheeks. “If it’s isn’t Hollywood’s Prince.” He shakes his head at the nickname. “Look at you all dressed up,” she jokes, then looks behind him. “Where is your harem?” He bursts out laughing.

“Erin.” He turns to the raven-haired beauty behind him. “This is Kellie,” he says, and the woman walks up to her and holds out her hands.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says, and then Kellie looks around.

“This is my husband, Brian.” She reaches for my hand. “Brian, this this the mega-star Carter, and his girlfriend, Erin.”

“Oh, no,” Erin says, “I’m not his girlfriend.” She shakes her head, and Carter now glares at her. “I’m PR for his brand.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kellie says and then looks at me.

“No one even knows what that means,” Carter says to her, grabbing her hand, but she puts her clutch in it, so he can’t.

“It means I’m in charge of your image. We already went through this,” she tells him quietly. “Now if you can please stop letting people think we are together.”