I know that it sounds very romantic for a seemingly jaded old woman, but that’s how I saw it.“My Prince would be ... like you. Nihilistic, jaded, ...ominant, aggressive, yet sensual and loving. Firm and gentle at once. Ice and fire. Free from society’s stupid taboos and conventions, of course. Free from both my jealousy and his own. Free to love and desire whomever he wished. That’s ... you,” Monica confessed, perhaps rambling a little, but in a charming fashion, my sweet Italian princess, my. ”“Tell me, that copper, the detective, is he always such a prick?”I hear two stifled sniggers, but neither offers an opinion. A short while later I am booked in and left in an interview room.Expecting a long wait, I rest my head on my arms and try to go to sleep.It seems every time I manage to nod off someone comes barging in and wakes me up, eventually detective dipstick comes in and sits the other side of the table. After asking me whether I want to have legal representation, he cautions me. She told me to rub my finger over at a few times to see again which I happily did and then, jokingly, she pointed her big toe and my face and put it to my lips and asked me if maybe I should just use my tongue to feel it again!I was stunned by that comment and then realized that maybe she had known what I had done but I said nothing and I laughed and did it as a joke but secretly was loving it. She laughed back at me and told me that it felt better now since it had been “kissed” and she pulled. He found out about her earlier history, about some of the reasons why she had been acting like she had been. In her own way, her life and career had been as disappointing to her as Danny's later boxing career, before Caleb had resurrected it, had been to him.She had felt used by the people she had relied on to help her achieve her dreams. She felt like her only importance to them was as a meal ticket. Events in her life had proved her mostly correct. Her parents, the two people she had loved.