Professor F

Chapter 48

Lyndal smiled at her and she nervously nodded as she attempted to make a curtsy to the royal couple.

"We've heard so much about you, Augustine." Lyndal said as she walks toward her and gave her a light

hug.

Not again. Can anyone stop saying they've heard so much about me already? Or maybe I just have to

accept the fact that people will talk about her especially that she's involved with Flynn?

"We wanted to meet you as soon as we learned you'll be coming to London." Prince Frederick shared,

his warm smile greeted her.

She smiled at them. Their warm welcome just surprises her. And she thinks Flynn made a big impact

on that. She could feel how these people care about Flynn that they would care for the people Flynn

cares about, too.

"It's an honor to meet you, Prince Frederick, Countess Lyndal."

"Oh please. Just call me Lyn and my husband's just Rick." Lyndal laughed softly as they all take their

seats.

They had dinner with Lyndal asking her. "So how was Flynn as a boyfriend?" She was obviously

teasing her.

She choked on her food and started coughing. Flynn was on her rescue, offering his glass of water.

"Mother—"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" She said, looking worried.

"I—I'm fine." She assured her after drinking water. She forced a smile and wondered if she needs to

answer that question or not.

She didn't expect the royal couple would be behaving like this. She was under the impression that

they'd be demanding respect and won't be too comfortable to people around them. But I guess Flynn's

parents is an exception. Like Flynn is to her. There are just some things that come out naturally like

how he eats and drink, how he walks and deal with people. But other than those, he's a normal guy

who just happens to be a prince.

Flynn surprises her with how comfortable and open he is, realizing he can be just any person, just like

his parents now. They can be just a normal parent, teasing their son and his girlfriend.

"So—how's school, Augustine? I heard you're a scholar and also working part time at the University

coffee shop."
Lyndal said instead, smiling at her.

She smiled back and enjoyed talking to her. They all went their ways after dinner. The royal couple

leaving together with Stella and George while Francis and the group went home separately. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Lyndal in her fine and classy way of talking, called her before the car leaves. "Augustine, I hope you

don't mind coming over to the house for breakfast."

She nodded. "It would be a pleasure, L—Lyndal."

"I'll see both of you then." She smiled and waved her hand goodbye.

She was left standing in front of the restaurant with Flynn holding her hand. "Are you alright?" He

asked.

She sighed shortly and smiled at him. "I'm thankful I didn't faint meeting them."

He chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's Stella's idea."

"It's alright. I know it's with her best intentions." She smiled. "What do you think? Hmm. Do you think I

passed?"

He puts his arms around her shoulders. "What are you talking about? You're the smartest girl, you'd

never fail. They love you. She even wanted to see you again tomorrow for breakfast." He winked.

She sighed. "You think?"

He kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. Even if they don't like you, I'd still be around. You don't need their

approval for me to stay."

She looked up to meet his eyes. Why am I so lucky? What did I do to deserve this? To deserve him? To

deserve a handsome prince?

••••••

Flynn's driver picked them up at the restaurant and he accompanied her to the Royal Academy's

dormitory. They were both welcomed by Dean Anderson and Professor Jones.

She panicked seeing them both at the entrance but Flynn took her hand in his. "Calm down. It's

alright."

She took a deep breath as they walk toward them. They smiled at Flynn and to her.

Dean Anderson greeted them with a smile. "Good evening, Flynn. We've heard from George that you

had dinner with your parents."

Flynn smiled. "Yes. I'm sorry to call you at this time. You should both be resting for the festival

tomorrow. But I'd like to personally ask for a favor. Mother is inviting August for breakfast tomorrow. I'm

aware of the schedule of activities tomorrow and I was hoping you could—"

Professor Jones smiled as he helped Flynn fill in the lines. "Don't worry, Flynn. We'll take care of it."

Dean Anderson nodded. "You can pick Miss Peters up for breakfast. We'll make the arrangements for

you."

Flynn sighed in relief and smiled gratefully. "Thank you. Really."

"Flynn, this is nothing compared to what you've done for both of us." Dean Anderson said as he taps

Flynn's shoulders.

August was attentively observing at how they talk. It appeared that they have a good bond as

colleagues or are they good friends?