Arya's POV
This has to be a joke. This man can't be here to irritate me today of all days, the opening night of the event.
"I want to believe this is a coincidence. Many important people have come to the dinner, however, I must admit I'm surprised to see you here. But I'm even more surprised to know you've come because of me. What brings you here? My line?" I ask as I move among the guests beside him, his presence making me a little uncomfortable.
"Please, can I get a picture?" a paparazzi asks.
I look at him, and he gestures in agreement. After all, he's a prince. Everyone here, seeing him walk beside me, stares and follows us with their eyes. No one dares to approach us, just like him, who keeps a slight distance.
We get a little closer and pose for the photo without touching. I can
