CHAPTER TWELVE

He was here.

The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away.

The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

It was not my room nor was it Nikki's. This room and this king sized bed with a seriously thick duvet must belong to a prince. A prince charming.

I knew what this was. It could only be one of those dreams.

I smiled because if this is a dream, I knew just who would be behind me.

"Good morning princess." The voice confirmation came through.

Romeo.

I almost laughed at myself.