I was carrying chairs for me and my deputy stage manager when he intercepted and carried them for me. “Thank you,” I said, with a smile that I was...attempting to maintain. I didn’t want it to be too broad, too obvious. As he unfolded the chairs, it appeared that I had been left on my own with him. The nearest people with eight feet away. This was the situation I had been trying to avoid. “You keep looking at me like you know my darkest secret,” he said jovially. I felt my cheeks begin to redden. Why was the carpet being pulled from under her feet? Zofie would find that carrying the title of Princess gave her rather more influence, even than she had been used to. Almost a month later to the day, Zofie was still coming to terms with her new life. Catwalk beauty one day, Princess the next. The revolution in Central Europe had sent her life into turmoil. Zofie was still adjusting. She was comfortably off before, making a healthy living from her modelling career. Now she wanted for nothing.. You really should have seen your face, though."Doctor Boswell and Melissa put two stacks of program boxes beside Selina's chair. "We thought you might want to load your own programs on your new laptop so you can set them up just the way you like. The wider screen is almost a necessity on our CAD program, and for detailed work, you'll need the even bigger, multiple, higher resolution screens of your desktop over there," she finished, pointing to a new desktop, multi-screen computer system at the. It felt surreal. I opened the door for them, waiting patiently and closing it behind them.Vince looked around the room. Partially empty boxes showed signs of progress, but I clearly had a lot of work ahead of me still.“Not a bad start, maid.”Vince was clearly in good spirits, having just enjoyed relaxing with my wife and kids as I worked to put his belongings where mine used to be. I sighed softly in relief.He was about to go take a tour of the house when he paused, turning back to me as I was.