I Miss Her

If this man wasn’t born the crown prince and wasn’t next in line to the throne, I doubted that I would have let him live as long as he has.

“We will not be attending the dinner,” I declared boldly.

“Says who? You or Dahlia?” the prince asked carefreely.

My eyes narrowed when I realized that he couldn't care less what I thought. In fact, had Diana not been married to Anthony, the prince probably would have addressed his invitation to only Diana and end up inviting only Dahlia to the palace.

“Why are you so persistent about seeing her?” I asked as I tried to suppress my frustration.

“Why can’t I see her?” he asked immediately in return.

“Why must you see her?” I repeated my question again.

There was a moment of silence from the other end of the line as if the prince was deciding whether or not to tell me a secret of his.

“I miss her…” Desmond replied softly after a pause.

“You…miss her?” I repeated his words questioningly while wondering if I had simply misheard what he said.

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