monaco in summer was your favourite. hot weather, clubbing, handsome rich men. but this summer changed.

you were out in a club with your friends. after dancing, you go get a drink at the bar. you catch many mens eyes in your short black dress and your petite body.

you ordered a drink and as you turn to leave to go find your friends, you bump into someone. your drink spilt on you and this guy.

"sorry, pretty girl." he says, a heavy monegasque accent. you look up, it's arthur leclerc, one of your childhood best friends- that you always fancied. hes wearing a black button up and blue jeans and his brother charles as well as charles' girlfriend, alexandra, are there too.