“Marco” Annabelle leant forward, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Marco greeted her, signaling his approval with his eyes. ‘This is Beatrice.” Annabelle introduced the young girl to the Prince. With his natural charm, Marco took Beatrice’s hand and kissed it lightly. “My lady” he bowed. Beatrice blushed and averted her eyes. Marco was stunned at her natural shy charm. He never felt intimidated by anyone, and yet here this young girl had him speechless. They headed inside, Beatrice following Marco and Annabelle. Together they sat around the table on the velvet colored chairs. The atmosphere was somewhat tense. Marco rubbed his hands together. “Right. We may as well get straight to it.” “Of course Marco.” Annabelle smiled sincerely. Marco continued. “Now, Beatrice, Annabelle has informed me of your somewhat, um…um unique situation, though has confirmed that you do offer some, um…particular, um…special services…”
