He advanced toward her. “How are you feeling? You look....you look nice.”
Vance says, sliding his arm around her waist as they walk over to the dining table, and he pulls out her seat.
“I feel much better. Thanks for asking me, your highness.”
Vance, in all his vainness, smiles at her words.
“I’m sorry about last night. It won’t happen again.” Naomi expresses to him.
“Oh, Yes, last night. That kind of drama like last night can’t happen ever again when we are in public. We barely avoided a small crisis last night. And if something like this were to get back to mother and father, it would be a nightmare.”
“I know it won’t happen again. I had some trouble performing last night.”
“I know for me this marriage is difficult enough without the public constantly sp
