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five

I huffed in annoyance, sinking further back into my seat. "Stop. Calling. Me. Princess." I growled, my eyes in slits as I stared at my tormentor.

"It just suits you so well, I think I'll keep the nickname babe."

I rolled my eyes, really starting to grow impatient with Harry. All off these baby names are really getting under my skin but I can't deny that something was rapidly growing within me that actually...liked the name calling? I've never been called anything other than Rose my whole life, anything nice to be exact and I wasn't accustomed to this change. I didn't like it, but I was slowly starting not to mind it coming from him...

"Whatever." I breathed, crossing my arms in defeat. I just wanted, no scratch that, I desperately needed this flight to end. Maybe some real air would help clear my head and bring me back to, well, me.

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Soon enough we finally made it back onto solid ground. I found myself fighting the urge to get down on all fours and kiss the tiles of the airport floors.

We managed to get through customs and were headed to the exit doors when I noticed a man dressed in an all black suit holding a sign that read "Eclair and company."

I wanted to laugh at what a cliche moment this truly was. I had seen this in movies, the butler awaiting you after a flight and taking your bags to the car, but never in my life did I think I would whiteness such a thing first hand.

Madame was the first to approach him.
"Hello Jeremy." She greeted warmly.

The older man gave a proper head nod to Madame before replying, "Afternoon Madame, may I take your bags?" His request was surely a question, but came out more of a statement seeing as he knew it was his duty.

"Why thank you. Oh and by the way Jeremy, this is Rose. Rose this is my old friend and trusted driver, Jeremy. He will be transporting you whenever and wherever you would like."

"Enchanté." Jeremy bowed and I coo'ed at his formal introduction. Only now it was my turn to introduce myself and I decided on seeing if my French was still up to par.

"Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer aussi, cava bien merci." (I am happy to meet you too, Im well thank you.) when I finished testing out my French I raised my brow in a questioning manner, hoping that I had spoken the words correctly.

"ah et elle parle français , ce était aussi belle que vous êtes mon cher." (Ah, and she speaks French. It was as lovely as you are my dear.)

"She is lovely, isn't she!" Madame cried, her palms clapping together in excitement. I blushed at her appraisal, bowing my head to the floor, my hair fanning around my face hiding my now reddened cheeks.

I jumped slightly when a low voice whispered behind me.

"You're just full of surprises, n'êtes-vous pas princesse." (Aren't you princess.)

I rolled my eyes at Harry who was perched behind me smirking. I don't know what game he's playing, the only thing I do know is that I want no part in it.

Madame had already begun to walk towards the exit doors and I shuffled quickly to meet up with her, dragging my carry on behind me. A simple thought popped into my mind and than a feeling of panic washed over me.

"Madame, our luggage? We didn't get it!" My eyes were wide, my heart beat pounding against my chest as I thought about my painting supplies and other cherished belongings that would be left behind.

"It's ok dear, they will be taken directly to the house after they are unloaded from the plane." Madame reassured me with a smile, allowing me to relax knowing that my stuff was safe.