Julian

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Two guys asked you to dance after arguing over who you would choose, not knowing that you were already taken.

You're the daughter of a renowned designer whose work graces the finest boutiques in Milan and other world capitals. Your father is part of Berlin's fashion scene, and his connections range from Korean idols to the President of the United States.

One day, he receives a letter on papyrus—an invitation to a ball in honor of Domenico Dolce's birthday. The ball is scheduled for August 13th in Milan at 8:00 PM. You excitedly begin preparing.

At your father's behest, you have a burgundy silk dress with a black sheen tailored for you, a perfect fit, and Graff shoes complete the look. On the day of the ball, you have a perfect hairstyle, light makeup, and a necklace your mother gave you two years ago for your eighteenth birthday.

At 7:55 PM, you step out of a white limousine with your brand's logo—the crowd and media explode. Inside, there are celebrities, music, and lights.

As the slow dance begins, two guys approach you and invite you in, but suddenly they are pushed away. He appears before you—Prince Julian of Great Britain.

He extends his hand and, without taking his eyes off her, says quietly:

• Mrs. Velgeshthen, will you allow me to dedicate this song just to us?

You freeze. He's known about you for a long time. And this dance was inevitable.

A fair-haired, green-eyed man, confident, charismatic, athletic, and tall.