And finally, there she was.
The woman was like a flower amongst thorns, pure and untouched from everything else. She made her way towards them, a small and pleasant smile on her face. She was a Wendy.
She was his Wendy.
“Hey, Daniel—” Alice would greet the male assistant before him and his cousin, and somehow ignored the fact that two Danish diplomats were also present. “Oh, um, pardon me.” she would sheepishly grin at the looks given at her.
“Ah, may I introduce you to His Highness Blake and his fiancee?” Daniel would intervene, bridging the conversation at once with apparent smoothness of man used to situations like this.
Cameron lauded the man, “Greetings to you, Your Highness and Lady Smith—it’s a great pleasure to see you again,” he smiled at her, although still bowing his head a
