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    I pick my backpack up and head downstairs. Jasper is waiting for me in the hall. He is the only one in the palace I have told of my plans. Needless to say, he approves.
    He smiles.
    “Ready to go?”
    “Yes.” I don’t feel any animosity towards Jasper. Like everyone else, he’s just looking out for the royal family, a family he has come to call his own.
    We go into the car. Jasper gets into the front passenger seat. We are in the exact same position as we were when I first arrived – a fitting coda to my sojourn here.
    He turns to me. He looks less displeased than I have ever seen him.
    “You’re not a bad person, Ms. Turner.”
    “I never was.”
    “What you’re doing is admirable, and I respect that.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Under different circumstances … ” he lets it trail.
    No, I will him. Don’t say that under different circumstances, we could have been friends – because we never will.
    Thankfully, he doesn’t finish the sentence.
    I look back at the palace as the car drives out towards the gates. Its image sears in my mind, forever imprinting itself as a bittersweet memory.

Chapter Eleven
    I’ve checked in and I’m holding my boarding pass in my mouth as I bend over to tie my shoelaces. I’m in the clothes I came in as well – a halter top and jeans. The boarding announcement has just gone up, and the passengers on my flight – to London, and which would subsequently connect to Chicago – are already forming two lines: one for first and business class and the other for coach.
    I’m on first class, the only concession I’ve allowed myself. At least I deserve a good night’s rest after all the emotional turmoil I’ve been through.
    “Liz? Liz! Stop!”
    I look up, as do the other passengers around me. Alex is running down the terminal passageway, dressed in his suit and tie.
    My heart sinks.
    I really don’t want a scene. The note was bad enough. And what is he doing off work so early anyway? Has someone from the palace alerted him?
    Excited chatter buzzes around me as many of the passengers recognize who he is. Alex’s physical perfection is unmistakable – the floppy almost shoulder-length hair, the intense blue-green eyes, the marvelous composition of his features against his cheekbones. Several passengers raise their digital cameras and cellphones to snap both Alex and myself. Earlier, none of them recognized me because of what I’m wearing.
    It’s amazing how much we are defined by what people expect of us.
    Alex slows down as he comes up. He’s panting slightly as though he has sprinted the past few miles (and maybe he has).
    His face is ashen.
    “Liz, why?” There’s pain in his voice.
    I wince. I never planned for this scenario, and so I don’t have a rehearsed script. I’m also a naturally honest person. I can’t tell bald face lies very well. Sure, I can do it on paper … but with Alex’s beautiful, pleading face with all the hurt in the world etched upon it … I’d have to be made of stone.
    I’m aware that everyone is watching us, snapping photos continuously and listening to every word we say.
    I stammer, “It’s like I said on my n-note.”
    “Yes, that note.” He sounds positively angry.
    “Yes. I-I can’t take the pressure anymore.” I dart a glance at everyone around us. “I can’t stand being in the spotlight anymore. It’s too trying on me. I’m having sleepless nights … ”
    “Liz, I sleep with you every night. Why the sudden about turn? And why haven’t you talked to me about this? If you were having problems coping, you should have just told me – ”
    He stops short.
    “Oh God, this is not you. Someone put you up to this.” His eyes snap fire. “Is it my father?”
    This is all going so wrong.
    “No.” I shake my head vehemently. I’m not going to drag anyone into this. “I’m doing this for us. You deserve better than me, Alex. You deserve someone of your stature, and whom your family loves.”
    “I’ll be the judge