The grand Swedish palace shimmered under the moonlight as Eggsy and I arrived, dressed to impress for Princess Tilde’s birthday dinner. Eggsy, my best friend and Tilde’s boyfriend, adjusted his tie nervously. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, my heart aching with a secret I could never share.

Inside, Tilde greeted us with her radiant smile. “Happy birthday, Your Highness,” I said, handing her a carefully chosen gift.

Throughout dinner, Eggsy charmed her with his wit, making her laugh in a way that reminded me why I liked him so much. But I smiled and played my part.

As dessert arrived, Tilde raised her glass. “To love and friendship,”