Julian

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Two guys asked you to dance, betting on who you would choose, unaware that you were already taken.

You are the daughter of a famous designer whose works adorn the best boutiques in Milan and other world capitals. Your father is a part of Berlin's fashion culture, and his connections reach 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 to take place on August 13th in Milan, at 20:00. You begin preparing with excitement.

Under your father's guidance, a burgundy silk dress with a black sheen is sewn for you, fitting your figure perfectly, and Graff shoes complete the look. On the day of the ball — perfect hair, light makeup, and a necklace from your mother, given to you two years ago for your eighteenth birthday.

At 19:55, you step out of a white limousine featuring your brand's logo — the crowd and the media explode. Inside, there are celebrities, music, and lights.

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

He extends his hand and, without breaking eye contact, says softly:

— Mrs. Welgeshten, will you allow me to dedicate this song only to us?

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

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