August, summer heat, the dread that hung in the air. No, this wasn't sound sweet like Taylor Swift song 'Cruel Summer'. This is literary cruel, the memories of guns pressed against her temple, the curious eye that just annoyed every cells in Simon Riley's body.

The thoughts of meeting her again was haunted him for a year, eversince he saved her from the terrorist attack, but there she are. Covered in Channel, and people around called her princess.

That brat?!.