You were sitting on the doorstep of the chateau, the summer breeze playing with your hair. You loved being a Pogue. Sometimes. Not when it meant getting mixed signals from Kook Prince Rafe Cameron 24/7. You were plucking a daisy, feeling stupid.

"He loves me not, he loves me." You mumbled, plucking petals accordingly.

And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here. Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here.

As you got to the last four petals, you heard the honk of a car. You looked up and saw Rafe grinning inside his range rover.

"Get in."