Again, Trina was inside a taxi, watching the scenery go by with wide brown eyes. She couldn't help it. She didn't even want to blink, thinking that she would miss something. Finally, they pulled up in front of what looked to be a huge campus, that looked as if it might be some kind of university.

"Welcome to Cartier Academy of Arts and Sciences. My boarding school, where I spent my teenage years," Spencer announced, smiling out at the familiar building. He couldn't help but feel a sense of coming home, since for so many years, this place had been home.

"Wow, it's so big! And gorgeous! It reminds me of a University campus, really."

"It should, seeing that all the students stay in dorms," Spencer chuckled, paying the driver and getting out of the car. He walked over to Trina's side, opened the door, and offered his hand. "Come. There's someone that I want you to meet."

"Who?" Trina asked, accepting his offered hand.

"Follow me and find out," Spencer winked, helping her to her feet.

They walked in silence as Spencer lead the way through the school's wide halls. Spencer would point out different things, like the cafeteria, his old locker, and the auditorium. He also showed her where he had spent so much of his free time in the school's courtyard dotted with benches and tables for the students who wanted to study outside or just read a book or hang out. Finally, he lead her to the art building and to a classroom that had been Spencer's utmost favorite class to attend. Art History 1-4, taught by Isabella Monet.

Trina frowned as she read the last name on the nameplate on the door. "Monet?"

"Yes, it's exactly what you think. She's related to the great artist and she is my favorite teacher. She's so brilliant. She knows everything that there is to know about the art world. She made me love and appreciate it so much. She made my time here bearable, really," Spencer explained.

"Wow, she sounds like a great teacher."

"She is. She was the only teacher that didn't let my last name cloud how she treated me. To her, I was like all of her other students and she treated me as such. I really appreciated that."

"It sounds like she really had an effect on you."

"She did. I guess she helped me stay somewhat down to earth. I probably would be insufferable by now if it wasn't for her influence," Spencer chuckled. "She was like Britt. One of the few adults that I absolutely trusted. She didn't treat me like a child. She didn't treat me like a prince. She treated me like a normal student and was always around if I needed to talk about anything, whether it was about an art piece that I didn't understand, or missing my parents and grandmother. She was like that with all of us."

"She sounds like a wonderful teacher."

"She was a big part of my life here, which is why I want you to meet her."

"I'd love to meet her, Spencer!"

Spencer smiled, again gently caressing her cheek. "I knew you would. I'm so glad that I'm getting the chance to introduce you."

"Wait...you said that people here expected you to be the prince?"

"Well, mostly everyone," Spencer gave a wry smile.

"Is she actually related to Monet?"

Spencer just laughed and pushed open the door and entered a room with stadium seating. The desks

were tablet armchairs facing the teaching area, which had a raised teaching platform. A big whiteboard was behind the platform. A desk was situated to the left of the platform where a woman with graying brown hair now sat writing in a grade book, now that the classroom seemed to be empty.

"Wow, you attended art class here?" Trina's eyes grew wide as she took it all in. "This is like some of the classrooms at PCU."

Spencer nodded. "They liked to give us the university experience."

"Monsieur Cassadine? Is that you? Have you come back to visit us at last?" the teacher stood up from her desk, now aware of her visitors. "And who is the Madame?"

Spencer kept Trina's hand in his and lead her down to the lower level. "Bonjour. Madame Monet."

"It has been nearly two years since graduation, Jeune homme. What has taken so long?" The teacher's smile was warm and welcoming. Trina could tell that the teacher was fond of Spencer.

"I had gone home to America, to be with my father...but things didn't work out and...well now I'm pretty much on my own...well not on my own. The reason I came is that I had gotten married and we're here on our honeymoon and I wanted to introduce my wife Trina to my favorite art teacher!"

"Oh, Mon Dieu! Félicitations et bienvenue! I was surprised but happy!" The teacher came over and hugged Spencer and then turned to Trina and took her hand. "Bonjour, Madame Cassadine. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Isabella Monet. I teach all four levels of art history here at Cartier. Spencer was a most favorite student. So intelligent and mindful and had a hunger for the arts. He was my best student."

"It is very nice to meet you," Trina gripped the teacher's hand, feeling beyond honored. This woman was someone really important to Spencer in his high school years. Not to mention that the woman was related to Monet, according to Spencer.

"Trina is an art major herself at Port Charles University and works for one of the city's most prestigious galleries. It's probably no surprise that we found each other," Spencer smiled at his wife adoringly.

"Oh wow, that is quite an achievement. And I am so happy that you have brought her to meet me. I am happy and honored. Come. We go to the school's cafe and have coffee and you can tell me all about life in Port Charles and I can tell her about what you were like when you were young."

"I'd like that," Spencer smiled happily, wrapping an arm around Trina's shoulders.

For the next hour, Spencer and Trina sat in the academy's small cafe, drinking French lattes and listening to tales of Spencer's adventures at Cartier Academy. Once the hour was up, it was time to say goodbye since Isabella had another class to teach.

"It was such a joy to see you again, Spencer. I do hope we see you again soon, and your beautiful wife," Madame Monet smiled, gripping Spencer's hands in hers.

"You can count on it, Madame. Thank you so much for spending time with us."

"It is my pleasure. I wish I had known that you were getting married. I would have sent a wedding gift...oh, I know. I will make a call to Giverny. Tell them my favorite student and his bride would love to visit Monet's house and garden and to keep a spot open for you for this week and the next."

"Madame, that...that would be wonderful! Thank you! Trina is wanting to go to Giverny during our visit here," Spencer's smile was wide and happy. He hadn't been expecting this at all, but he wasn't going to refuse it, either.

"Just give them a few days and you will be all set, Mes Cheries."

"Thank you so much," Spencer again hugged his teacher, touched that the woman would do this for him and Trina.

"Well, I must be off. Do enjoy Paris, Madame Trina. Make sure Spencer shows you the non-tourist spots as well. It is a beautiful city."

"Thank you so much, Madame Monet," Trina also smiled gratefully.

Spencer and Trina watched the teacher leave and then wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace.

"I like her. She's very kind and giving. I could tell that she's very fond of you," Trina smiled up into Spencer's eyes.

"She was my favorite person here for so long. She made this place as much of a home for me as she could, seeing that she was just my teacher."

"I'm glad and now thanks to her, we'll be seeing Monet's garden soon!"

"I hope that you don't think her gift was me using my privilege again. I had no idea that she was going to arrange that for us…"

"Oh no, I wasn't thinking that at all. There's a difference between such arrangements being a gift and just showing up and expecting to get what you want," Trina giggled. "Don't worry about it. Now where to next?"

"I have one more place here to show you...follow me."

"I wonder where we're going," Trina stated, her curiosity eating away at her.

"It's good. I promise," Spencer winked, not saying anything else as they walked for another ten minutes until they reached another building, this time It was a series of buildings with flowers in the window sills. Spencer turned to her and motioned with his hands. "These are the dorms."

"Oh, so you're going to show me your room? Will that be allowed? Won't someone else be staying there?"

"I called ahead. Luckily, the room is empty this semester."

"How will we get in?"

"The house mother. She's going to let us in for a few minutes."

Spencer knocked at the door and five minutes later, they were entering what had once been his dorm room, or rather apartment. It was made up of a living area with a couch and a chair and a table and a flat screen tv. There was a kitchenette just left of the entrance and a small hallway that had a bedroom on the right and a bathroom on the left. In the bedroom was a full-size bed, a nightstand, a dresser and closet, and a desk for studying.

"Wow, this is more than we have at PCU," Trina looked around, impressed by her surroundings. "And you lived here? No roommates?"

"No roommates. Uncle Sonny had to pay extra, but he had no complaints."

Trina looked out a nearby window and saw students walking and talking together as they came and went. She frowned, sensing something. "Weren't you lonely?"

Spencer shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah, I guess. Until I met Esme. Probably why it was so easy to be manipulated by her. I had no one, she seemingly had no one. So we had no one together. I mean...at first I didn't mind. Told myself that I was royalty. A prince...I didn't need friends. I didn't need anyone...but of course, that wasn't true. I did want friends...but I never knew who was real and who wasn't. Then Esme came and...she showed interest in me...and she had seemed so genuine. Now that I know the truth...well it doesn't matter anymore. It was what it was."

Trina took his hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're not alone anymore, Spencer. You won't be alone again, I promise. What we have, is real. That I can assure you."

Spencer smiled and wrapped his arms around her, his heart swelling with love for this amazing girl that had stumbled into his life. Or rather he had stumbled into hers. Looking into her eyes, he knew that what they had was real. That she wasn't like Esme. Her feelings, her love, it was genuine and even tangible.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Thank you for bringing me here, today. It means a lot."

"You mean a lot to me. I'd give it all up for you, Trina. I really would."

She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the need just to be close to him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. "I think we better head back to the hotel."

"Don't you want to go to the Eiffel Tower? Or the Lourve?"

"Later...right now...I just want to be with you…"

"Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets," Spencer smiled, kissing her one last time, before leading her out of the door and off campus to hail a cab. Spencer had no problem taking Trina back to the hotel. After all, love in the afternoon never hurt anyone, right?