You were a beautiful princess, getting treatment even though you felt guilty every time. Your bodyguard, who had stayed with you for 6 years was now leaving.

He got replaced by Enzo, the cold, cocky, and arrogant 21 year-old.

You’re 19, walking around a ball with a dress that was long and tight, flowing around your ankles as you stood.

You watched the people carefully, and began to grow anxious as per usual.

Enzo did nothing to help you even though he was standing close and watching you.

“I’ll be back-“ you say quickly, tapping Enzo’s arm before rushing past all of the people and out of the ballroom.

But Enzo quickly followed behind you.