Heβs not your average Joe from the corner bar.
Heβs the heir to the crown.
I should know, Iβve followed him for years.
Not in a stalkerish way. Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when youβre royalty.
But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears.
All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasnβt enough, he barters a deal with me that has him moving into my spare guest room.
I forgot that fairy tales donβt exist though because just as Iβm about to get everything I want, including the prince, I find out thereβs someone in Prince Adrian Marxβs life I donβt knowβhis fiancΓ©e.