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News alert!!!
Just when you thought Noah Prince, a.k.a. Prince Charming, could not possibly shock you anymore . . .
Remember how he and the lovely Sabrina Hopewell got engaged just a few short days ago?
That was pretty exciting, right? We certainly thought so. Let us tell you, we here at New York Minute wasted no time planning our coverage of all the events leading up to the big day. We were already counting on months and months and months—at least a couple of years’ worth, TBH—of high society excitement. Everything from trying to get our hands on the sketches from whatever top designer was lucky enough to snag the dress gig, to getting the scoop on the cake tasting and which flavors were in or out, to which thousand of their few closest (and most glamorous) friends the happy couple planned to grace with wedding invitations (not to mention trying to get our eager little fingers on one of those hand-engraved babies so we could share it with you all).
But apparently, we aren’t the only ones who wasted no time!
Mr. and soon-to-be-Ms. Prince issued a statement earlier today that their ceremony will take place in early May of this year. This year. This. Year.
We don’t know how they’re going to pull that off, but rumor has it Ivy Steadman (of Pink Heart Ball, ZephyrTech, and dating Alec Ames fame) has agreed to take on the planning around the (insanely accelerated) event. Godspeed, Ms. Steadman.
As for us, we’re going to go drown our sorrows in some cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery and then put on our big-blogger panties. Sigh. There goes a good year-plus of Prince wedding prep coverage. It’s not that we’re not happy for you, you guys. We just wish we could have savored the super magical American royalty moments. But we can’t stay mad at you, lovebirds. Especially when we suspect you’re just too freaking excited about this whole marriage thing to wait. (Aww.)
And to our gentle (ha!) readers: Don’t worry, they’re not forgoing the usual wedding ramp-up so much as compressing it. There will be an engagement party at the Prince Plaza Midtown in two weeks. (Yup, that’s what we said. Two weeks. Maybe we better send some cupcakes to Ms. Steadman’s office. She’s going to need them.)
Look for our coverage of that event. We’re not sure who’ll be in attendance on such short notice, but we’ll definitely be keeping our eyes peeled for New York’s newest gossip-worthy couple, Victoria Ashby and Ryder Prince. After a big splash last week (in the form of a big kiss), we haven’t heard much from either of them (though they were seen entering the Prince family home the other night for what appeared to be a quiet family meal) . . . The question is, are Ryder and Vicky MIA because their love connection fizzled or because it’s on fi-ya? Time (and hopefully this column) will tell.
Chapter Eleven
Fizzle or fire? Those were her two options? She blinked incredulously at her computer. Oh, how she hated these gossip columns. They had to sensationalize everything.
Of course, she didn’t disagree with their astonishment over Noah’s accelerated engagement. She was still reeling.
She knew she was being silly. So Noah was getting married. Good for Noah. She needed to focus on her own life. Fixing this publicity problem with Ryder. Finding the next project for the foundation to champion. Investing time and energy in her relationship—or rather what she hoped would become her relationship—with Davis.
Maybe she would call him. She still needed to bring him up to speed on the Ryder situation, and since he was in Munich, he ought to be done working for the day. She could probably reach him at his hotel.
She opened his contact page on her phone, but before she could tap “call,” she noticed the location map updating. Huh. He wasn’t in Munich anymore. He was . . . in New Zealand?
It was early morning there. Best not to call and risk waking him. She tapped out a text.
Hi. What happened? Did you take a wrong turn at Istanbul? :-)
He didn’t answer immediately, which didn’t surprise her in the least. He’d get back to her when he was awake. And not in a meeting. Unless he had another flight to catch.
It wasn’t that all the globe-trotting bothered her, per se, it was just—well, she wasn’t sure what it was. She shook her head. It didn’t bother her.
There was a light knock. She jumped.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you!”
She looked up to see Noah leaning in the open door, looking boyishly charming as ever.
“Hello,” she said. Something felt off internally. Oh, yes! She wasn’t smiling. She made herself do so. “I didn’t expect to see you in the office today. Weren’t you and Sabrina meeting with Ivy today to go over the engagement party plans?”
“Yes, indeed, we went through the guest list this morning, and we’ll be meeting with the caterer”—he glanced at his watch—“in an hour. Just popped by in between to make sure the staff didn’t forget I still worked here.” He was positively giddy. It was hard not to find his enthusiasm adorable, even if you were his ex-girlfriend.
He took a step inside her office, his expression becoming more serious. “But I didn’t come to talk about me. How are you?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. I’m worried about you.”
She squirmed a little in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She didn’t want Noah’s sympathy.
