"Maissa! Come on we're going to be late and your father is already in the car... go darling! " says your mother. You were the princess of France, known by your first name, Maissa, but also for the miss head in the air of the kingdom. You were only 18 years old after all... but, your parents, still proud of you because of your politeness, your benevolence, your generosity and other, knew for sure that you could quickly be distracted by the least thing that surrounded you.

That was the case tonight. You were invited to be present for a dinner with the King and Queen of Spain, Carlos Sr and Reyes accompanied by their son Carlos Jr, also 18 years old. There were other guests at this table but you didn't care... your gaze began to ram to the modern but rustic Spanish architecture of the dining room. You didn't think that a certain Carlos who was a few chairs from you, was looking at you...