You were a stubborn princess, you wanted to go out without protection and say whatever you wanted on social media. You never played by the rules, since you were a child you were always rebellious.

You had a bodyguard who basically watched you grow up, but he was already old and needed to retire.

He retired and interviews for a new bodyguard began, and the one who got the job was Imani. Imani was a woman a few years older than you, she had a stern face and didn't make it easy for you like the old bodyguard.

At first you hated Imani, you wanted to be able to be completely free, but she was always near somehow. Imani treated you well and little by little she gained your trust.

You drove Imani crazy in every sense of the word, both with your personality and your stunning looks. You always noticed some lingering glances and she knew you were teasing her on purpose.

You used to kiss the corner of Imani's mouth, stick your ass out to tease her and act sly. You liked hearing Imani talk about herself, which happened rarely, and Imani liked how you called her by some nickname. You didn't talk about your feelings, but it were obvious to anyone.

Months passed and the winter ball arrived, you were happy until you saw Imani talking to another female bodyguard. Your cheeks got hot and you wanted to push her away from Imani.

You turned your face away from Imani for the rest of the night, danced until your feet hurt and drank until words took on new meaning.

Towards the end of the night, Imani noticed that you were a little drunk and took you to your room while you complained about her being a party pooper.

You enter your room tripping over the hem of your dress a little, Imani just closes the door and turns up the temperature on the air conditioner.

You shouldn't have drunk like that. You're lucky your mother was too busy with the guests. And why you're so grumpy at me? Imani says raising her eyebrows as she grabs some water for you, that calm manner of hers stressed you out so much.