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er's
eturned very late, drunk, high and smelt of cheap per
is parents had a heart attack, at the sight of their son. Lipstick stains al
ld her father, while she fi
cted, resting in his armchair and t
en. They're sure nice people, yet their son gives them high blood
disapproves the Prince's attitude, but what can we do? His parents
epped back, fini
to Istanbul for studies and to learn how to be independent. He returned to Zagreh every holiday. Djafar was a proud father because, alo
re wel
r forehead a
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he afternoon, and he was probably still asleep. His parents didn't bother this time as they were busy, making sure the
very important people that will attend the ball ton
my Q
ad in disappointment "–he knows none! And to avoid embarrassment, you'll go everywhere with him, tonight, and make him greet all these people. It's his duty as crowned Prince, to gain their
so stay with him, until he's don
gether so they get to know each other a little." the Queen regained her fancy seat, "Hope
asked, a hint of am
my d
r gi
Zhou but already felt bad for her. Or amused, ra
es anymore, my Queen, I would love
ou can
d and left
'll tell you whom is whom and what you should discuss with them. Underst
nd the guests wer
night's hangover. It was by miracle that he'd made it back home, safel
spirin?" D
I th
t like an airhead, the n
d, chuckling a little and taking a
aspirin, then returned
as his daughter calling. He exc
ready to teach him the little he needs to k
d to the Prince, "Saïda is waiting. You'll have to pass th
to retain all she's going to
morning and afternoon, yo
ad, gu
with you for help until you're
tood, feeling bett
nce. And you'll have to
s marriage stuff is killing me. I hope Zhou is very b
aughter of Mr Raman Hassan
n every woman I've ever met and servant girl in this palace. On a sco
afar." Asah
e's proba
Asahd said proudly, "Hop
ope
imself one
e to
d's
Djafar had told me, Zhou was an 8. And
bushes, in search of Saïda. The guards greeted a
all, when I finally spotted Saïda, at a distance. She was starin
for about a second or
now she'd applied some and even her dressing was a little more sophist
t honestly, deep down, I disliked her. And it was very evident, she disliked me too. Maybe even more. But it's not like I ga
me approaching a
our Highness." s
even
ow me to the
sat in the lounge that was in the
Start telling me a