The President is inviting her to dinner and has sent someone to personally deliver a dress. It's all too dramatic.
The maids have already left.
Eva Nightingale, late to realization, pinched herself. It hurts, it's not an illusion; this is all real.
That incredibly noble man is truly out of reach. She thought he had an unusual identity, but she never guessed he would be... the President.
She stood up, feeling her legs weak and unable to support her. Oh my, last night that man really… thinking about it, her cheeks flushed involuntarily.
How strange.
She doesn't know why, but he feels so familiar.
She feels a special attraction emanating from him, pulling her closer. Even last night, she vaguely remembers…
Later, it was as if she couldn't control her body, she hugged him and her hands disobediently wrapped around his waist, holding him tighter and tighter. Oh, how embarrassing.
What happened last night…
So embarrassing…
