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In Livingdale mansion, Prince Scot followed Meryln to the third floor where her bedroom was. Surprisingly, her family did not object to him staying over. He guessed they could not bring themselves to deny Meryln anything on her last night. Just like her studio, Meryln’s bedroom was proof that she was not short of anything. The portraits on the walls and souvenirs were evidence of how widely traveled she had. They spent most of the evening talking about places they had both traveled to, the different cultures and people they met. It was midnight by the time they fell asleep in each other’s arms, to be woken up by her clock alarm in the morning. “We could still run away, there’s enough time” Prince Scot said when she reached over to switch off the alarm. While Meryln slept like a baby in