After dinner, the crowd was still outside the restaurant.
“Don’t you ever grow tired of them?” Jane asks, knowing that she did.
“It is not that bad, at least they don’t bug me at school,” Filipe says as they walk towards the door.
“I wonder why that is?” Jane wonders.
“Because they don’t know,” Filipe laughs.
“Ready?” Filipe says lifting the jacket over Jane’s head. ‘Any other girl would have wanted the world to see that she is at the arm of a prince, but not Jane,’ Filipe thinks as they make a dash for the car.
The Jacket fall just before Jane got into the car. “I hope they didn’t get a clear photo,” Jane says, worried.
“Don’t worry too much about it,” Filipe says.
The driver picks up his jacket as the paparazzi bombards him with questions, wanting to know who the girl is.
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