***Serena***
"Well, I am glad we have made a firm decision on this," I say happily.
James nods while chucking me a chocolate bar from across the cabin, having just got off the phone with his dad.
"Imperial College will soon find out that one of the pretentious d***s they accepted is me."
I look at him like he's mad.
"You aren't one, though, I hope you know that. You could easily leave your royal life behind and fit in anywhere, I think," I tell him fondly, taking a bite out of the chocolate bar.
"Aside from the fact I cannot drive yet, cannot cook and have very limited cleaning capabilities. I am a domestic nightmare. I am a pampered prince," he remarks with a grumpy face.
“Aus has offered...”
"And who better to learn from? I will have to get cooking lessons pencilled in soon," he
