He had come in through the posh restaurant's doors as only a prince could: sitting majestically on a cushion of lilac, flaming red rose held between teeth of china. At his sight, she had swooned, which she had quickly regretted. Did he see her as nothing more than an enamoured teenager?
She was quickly reassured when she caught his eyes and saw that the only emotion that played out there was adoration. After that, the night was flawless. They drank red wine, and her courage bolstered by the alcohol, had leaned in for a kiss. It was sweet, giddying: perfect.
