Her love, I know, can thaw the coldest of hearts
She is my woman, she’s Hannah...
A waiter opened the exit door and came to them. He bowed. “May I know what you want to have first, Your Highness, madam?”
The waiter was about to hand them a menu book when he snapped, “Find out from Jacqueline.” The man stared at him. “Go now and don’t stand there.”
Hannah coughed. The kind of cough that suggested you want to speak about something but decided to remain silent for the time being. He remained silent as well.
“Jacqueline?”
“One of the women that welcomed us at the entrance. This is my home country, Ann. You don’t expect me not to be known here.”
“Your palace is your home, not a hotel.”
“I come here often, very often,” he replied without giving it a second thought.
“How often? And wha
