A single car was waiting outside for us, as opposed to the usual fleet of cars that accompanied the Royal family. Sometimes, I did understand why so many women wanted to be in my place. The opulence was insane and the number of servants at your beck and call... sometimes, I think I would have forgotten about my origins if I stayed too long in there.
This trip seemed like a good one, for me, and for Zidane. I was hoping he would look at me the way he looked at the things he loved, and I could peel off the layers that surrounded his dynamics, the layers that covered the person he truly was deep down.
He stood by the car's open door and turned to me, and I slowly entered, my chest heaving. He stopped to talk to someone for a minute before he entered behind me, a small groan leaving his lip
