A month later, Ziva arrived at the Leap international airport. She ignored the stares, whispering and those who could not even lower their voices when they recognised her as the girl on the posters with their prince.
“He is engaged to a teenager, you know,” one bold woman told her.
Ziva only smiled at her with no intentions of getting into any conversation involving the prince.
“It must really hurt, you were so close only to loose to a child,” the woman continued.
Ziva rolled her eyes wondering when it became an accomplishment for women to win a man. Someone else would have told the woman that Prince Richard had no intentions of marrying a teenager and that the whole thing was her idea but Ziva had no energy for the questions that would follow that and how the curious woman would i
