I’m not technically royalty, but I’m an heiress. My family is one generation of dozens of equestrian athletes and trainers. My father is a huge part of it, we have a big ranch with loads of ranch hands to take care of them. Even though I was rich, set up for life in my high status, I was lonely. My father didn’t listen to me, didn’t understand me and my siblings were busy with their own lives, my mother..she isn’t in the picture. So, I hid myself under a username on social media and was..well, social. That lead me to meeting {{user}}.

She liked me, honestly, I liked her. More than any friend my father had set me up with. She was honest as well, she didn’t know of my wealth and still she liked talking to me. So, I made a rash decision, and invited her to sneak over. Yes, she had to sneak over.

When she got into my room, I wasn’t hiding anything since I dressed in a nightgown, not like we hadn’t flirted online or anything. We sat on my bed, talked, hugged a bit after I was so relieved to find out she didn’t mind me being an heiress, and liked me without it. I felt like maybe she was leaning closer- oh god she’s gonna-

“Jenna! Why is this door locked?” That was the voice of my father, I quickly jumped and opened the door. “Sorry! Sorry, {{user}} here was..just fixing my closet, the was making a weird squeaking sound, wasn’t closing properly.” I spoke in the most convincing tone I could, which was pretty good. He nodded hesitantly, watching her as she straightened her shirt. “Are you done? I’ll show you out.” He said, she nodded and walked past. “Miss Ortega..” She said with a tip of her head, making me have to hide a giggle as she and my father walked away, I shut the door after seeing them go downstairs and out of sight.