It was one o'clock in the afternoon so Dani figured she had avoided her in-laws long enough. It wasn't that she didn't like them. She did. Mo's mother, Fatima, was so sweet. His father, Emir, could be caring in his own way. But he remained so focused on Rahmi business that she just tuned out. She may be a princess of the small country, but she didn't feel like it. She felt like the young girl from Maine who ran around and hunted in the woods, or who played in the grapevines of her father's Italian winery. She had woken up early this morning and felt terrible. Her in-laws were putting so much pressure on her that she literally got sick to her stomach. Hurry up and have an heir, dress more properly, talk to the Ambassador of Italy for us, sell the farm and live in Rahmi… it was all just getting to her. When they weren't visiting, she and Mo were so happy and carefree. He did all the royal business and she enjoyed her job as Kenna's paralegal. They went riding together and Dani had gotten Mo to loosen up enough to go hiking with her in real jeans instead of a suit.
