Chapter Twenty

I hesitated, plane ticket in my hand, staring down the passenger boarding ramp of an airplane.

It wasn't that I wasn't excited. It wasn't that nerves had finally gotten the best of me.

It was that I wasn't sure this was real.

The flight attendant at the gate smiled and scanned my ticket. She didn't call security on me or ask to see some identification. She didn't ask Freddie to show ID or to take a selfie. She just smiled and motioned us forward as if this were totally normal.

As if getting on a plane with a prince was totally normal.

Granted, Freddie was traveling under his alias, Fred Prescott. He wore dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, and an oversized sweatshirt that hid his identifiable features. I wore something similar, but mine was for comfort, not for disguise.

Freddie squeezed my hand as we walked down the ramp and to the plane. We found our seats, which were more like private couches than seats. Not to mention the fact that our two seats were able to completely seal off from