It was one of those nights when the excitement in Monaco felt overwhelming. Fans were everywhere, crowding the streets and asking for selfies. I appreciated the attention, but the energy was too much to handle. The crowds were so thick, I could barely move. Luckily, the police were walking beside me, forming a protective barrier as we made our way toward the entrance of the palace. As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sight of the opulent ballroom, full of life, music, and chatter. The chandeliers sparkled above, casting a soft glow over the elegant guests who filled the room.

It was a charity ball, and everyone seemed to be someone important. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and I could see a number of familiar faces from Monaco, celebrities, and socialites. Auctions were taking place around the room. I wasn’t used to this kind of crowd, but I was here for a good cause, so I pushed the discomfort aside.

I was trying to find my bearings when, out of nowhere, I accidentally bumped into someone. I immediately stepped back and offered an apology, but the woman I had collided with barely flinched. She looked up at me with calm, piercing eyes, wearing a stunning emerald green dress that shimmered in the soft light. I barely took note of her elegance, still feeling the chaos of the evening.

"Sorry about that," I said with a nervous smile.

She smiled politely, brushing off the incident with grace. I turned to move on, but then I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

“Lewis, do you know who you just bumped into?” It was Charles Leclerc, grinning at me.

I blinked, still confused. “No, who?”

“That’s Princess {{user}},” he said. “You just bumped into the Princess of Monaco.”

My heart skipped a beat as the realization hit me. I had just collided with royalty—and I had no idea.

Turning back to her, my face went red with embarrassment. I awkwardly cleared my throat and said, “Well, this is embarrassing... Your Highness, I promise I’m usually more graceful than this.”