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Chapter XXXI ♥ Paris

The weekend came quicker than I had expected, but my excitement was practically engraved into my bones. We debated on different things to do, such as a movie or an amusement park or ice-skating. Eventually I gave her an evil gleam and, without any room for argument, looked into her eyes and said:

"I am the Princess of the United Kingdom. Screw this, go big or go home," so we were now heading to Paris via the one-way train, passing under the sea at one point. Sarina absolutely freaked out at that point, and that was when I realized she had a phobia for the ocean.

"You could have just told me about this, I would've scheduled a plane," I held her on the train, petting her back in an attempt to calm her.

"It's only twenty minutes submerged. I can do this," she said with determination, but she didn't seem to convince her. Ian and two other security guards were flanking them in disguise, and it had unsettled Sarina at first. She quickly calmed down when she realized the stakes and the fact that they were skipping across the border for a weekend.

Maybe I was going a bit overboard for the first date, but I always entertained the idea of Sarina popping up in Spain with me. Since that's not a possibility, really, why not our next door neighbours? Sure we had to cross an ocean, but that's what you do for love.

Besides, with all the sudden 'Princess Introductory' classes and more tutoring than I've ever had, I quite definitely wanted to get away. Another country should satisfy my need.

The train ride was two hours, but they passed quickly as Sarina told me stories of her childhood and her time in a public school. She had gone to an Academy where everyone had to wear uniforms with blazers. Of course, knowing her, she rebelled against that and frequently wore her uniform inappropriately. It was no surprise to me. I learned that she actually had four piercings: one in her right ear and three in her left. On closer inspection I noticed the little holes and questioned her about it.

Ever since she became a professional gymnast, they had begun to burden her when her hair tangled in her earrings. Now she doesn't take the time because it became a habit. I never had any desire to get piercings, probably because of my parents' ideals, yet I had dyed my hair. I guess I could accept some restrictions more than others.

We arrived Friday night rather late in the city and got a cab from the station to the hotel. We checked in and after dinner, we headed to rest. We planned our destinations in advance, wanting to see as much as Paris as they could in only a few hours. Of course, that meant starting an early morning. I wasn't complaining, but Sarina could sleep until the evening. It was a drag to get her up so early.

We headed down to breakfast at the hotel, already dressed and cleaned up for the day. A black wig was placed over my normal hair and I placed a beret over it. I also had fake geek glasses which Sarina commented made me look dorky. I doubted I would get recognized, but I would still be cautious. I wasn't that recognizable by the media yet.

Obviously Sarina tried all the traditional French food, especially the croissants. She was convinced the croissants they made in the UK and France were completely different and to some extent, I agreed. It tasted better in the motherland.

"It's so strange," she commented, buttering her food.

"What is?" I peered at her, curiously.

"I don't understand a single word these people are saying," I found her words very amusing, remembering my exact same thoughts from my time in Spain.

"Well, I'll be your personal translator. It is my second fluent language, after all," I replied, slyly. Her jaw dropped.

"Shut up you!" she lightly jabbed at my sides, trying to get a reaction. I would not give her the satisfaction.