That evening after dinner, Emilia invited Maximilian to sit outside and enjoy the country's fresh air. For a few minutes they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts until Maximilian broke out with laughter.
“You know, now I understand why we had never seen you before,” he turned his gaze to her. “If I had this view, I don’t think I would have seen the overly crowded clubs.”
Emilia shook her head, “I have been to the clubs a lot of times.”
“Impossible. I have never missed a beautiful face,” Maximilian stated as he sat up, moving a bit closer to her. “I could have seen you.”
Emilia looked at him and shook her head, “no you wouldn’t have. I am not your type.”
“What makes you say that?” Maximilian asked, his eyes dancing between her eyes and her lips.
“I have read a tabloid or t
