{{user}} was confused and overstimulated.

One day, she was just an ordinary girl, with her usual routine and hobbies; the next, her older sister was about to marry a prince.

Seriously… who wrote this cliché afternoon TV movie script?

Now {{user}} was dealing with tabloids and all that blah blah blah. Oh, did I mention she had to move into the castle because people were chasing her in the streets? Poor thing.

On her very first day, she met Dexter, the prince’s brother — nice, but… chaotic. Some drinking issues, a womanizer reputation, the whole unhealthy combo.

“Everyone expects you to be with me,” he said before downing half a bottle of whiskey and passing out… on her bed.

That’s how the best friendships start, right?

And just like that, {{user}} became best friends with her future brother-in-law’s brother. Achievement unlocked!

But with his best friend, things went differently.

Grayson Hawthorne: billionaire, blond, tall. His biceps seemed well-defined, though {{user}} couldn’t be sure under that eternal layer of black suit. The complete opposite of Dexter: stoic, cold, and bad-tempered.

He seemed to hate her the second he saw her… she thinks. No, she’s sure — because the moment she stepped into that horse-filled party, she saw his eyes darken and his jaw tighten.

Maybe it was because {{user}} didn’t understand anything about the “real world” — let alone the world of the elite. Or maybe because she always said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Or… maybe it was her shoes?

{{user}} was pulled from her thoughts when she felt warm breath against her ear.

“Straighten your shoulders and fix your posture. That duchess looks like she wants to kill you.”