CHARLIE
I wasn’t supposed to be at Young & Co. today.
It was supposed to be a chill Thursday. No drama, no royal encounters, just me, my laptop, and a quiet corner at home. But then my mom texted—“Drop by the restaurant. We need to finalize the gala menu.” And when your mom is the CEO of a billion-dollar hospitality empire, you don’t say no. You wear a blazer and show up.
So there I was, seated at our flagship restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, pretending to care about truffle foam and microgreens while sipping overpriced tea. The place was buzzing with its usual crowd—executives, influencers, and the occasional celebrity who wanted to be seen but not bothered.
Then I saw him.
Philip.
Duke of Luxembourg. Royal suitor. Walking PR campaign for perfection.
He was seated at one of our cor
