I have zero idea as to why I suddenly thought of doing this. Even when I opened my bedroom door, walked downstairs as stealthily as I could so none of the other guys could see me, and then went straight to the path leading to the garden, all I could think about was going to him… the Prince.
Maybe it was how he saved me from embarrassing myself in front of the whole soccer team. Maybe it was the scent and the warmth of his denim jacket that hypnotized me. Maybe it was seeing him from my window as he walked to the glasshouse and the sun directly shone down on him and made him seem… different.
For a moment, I didn’t see that overconfident and cocky Royal I so loathed seeing everywhere. All I saw was someone I could approach and maybe, just maybe… help me with my plan.
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