SEAN
I'd never been particularly anxious before a date.
Yet, as soon as my driver parked in front of the splendid mansion in Kensington, I had to fight the urge to bite my nails.
Well, I thought. It's not an everyday thing to go on a date with an actual princess. Come on, now, don't be an i***t and get out of the car.
So, without giving myself the time or the way to overthink and raise my anxiety, I jumped out of the car, walked down the driveway, and knocked on the elegant ebony door.
After the longest three seconds of my life, the door opened, revealing a smiling middle-aged woman in a uniform - the housekeeper, probably.
"Sean Anderson, I assume," she smiled. “His Majesty had informed me of your visit. Come on in, I'll have you wait in the living room. How do you like your tea, s
