Prince Aches POV.
We were speeding down the highways of Cairo when she fell asleep and rested her head on my shoulder. I Smiled and readjusted her head, and then I looked out of the window. Despite my relaxed expression, I was worried; my heart was heavy. Why was I worried?
The answer to my question lies in a small box inside the breast pocket of my tuxedo, I gulped and reached for it. Taking a glance at Ella to be sure she was still asleep, I opened the small velvet-coated black box and my eyes feasted on a beautiful diamond ring.
“We’re there, my lord,” the chauffeur said, and I looked up from the ring. He was right, we’ve arrived at my private airport. As we pulled over before a waiting private plane, I closed the small box and gently tucked it back in its former place; my breast poc
