I sigh and glance at my old phone sitting in the middle of the dining room table just out of my reach. The reporter side of me is itching to turn it on again and see if anything else has come through.  However, I know that is a bad idea.  No.  It is a really bad idea. I can’t have my little hideout blown because of my own curiosity. I turn my attention back to my new phone, as I continue to type in my contacts.  I can’t have anything linking this phone to my old one, even though it would be so much easier if I could download my contacts from my online accounts.   This is almost like déjà vu from when I had originally left my family and ventured out on my own.  My family still doesn’t understand me, but that’s all right.  I don’t understand how they can’t quite see how snooty they are.  Well, my parents aren’t that bad, except for my moth

I can’t believe that I’m actually here at the gala.  Regardless, I know better than to cross my mother.  She would have marched right back to the family’s city apartment and would have dragged me here kicking and screaming. I do have to admit that it is better than staying tucked away from everyone and being afraid to walk down the street.  I’m confident that Chris or his ‘little birdie’ wouldn’t look here for me.  If the royal guards or the royal’s security company can’t find me at my family’s apartment, I don’t think that Chris or his ‘little birdie’ can find me there either. I do have to admit that my hand has been itching to turn on my old phone and see what else has been sent to me.  However, I know I can’t. My life is more important than knowing what, if any, more pictures have been sent to me. I glance around the venu

I can’t believe that I found her.  She is even more beautiful up close. Her golden-brown eyes sparkle in the light, however, I wish they would sparkle for me.  I know she is attracted to me, but I can also see in her eyes something is holding her back.  I’m not going to let that stop me though. With my heart racing, I silently direct us to the corner of the ballroom which is a little hidden from the rest of the area.  Plus, it is a little darker there. As we walk through the crowd, I can’t help to steal glances at her.  Her shiny golden brown hair sways from side to side and gently caresses her shoulders. I’m not one into fashion, but a part of me wishes she would have worn a strapless dress instead.  I’m sure her shoulders and arms are just as alluring as the one leg that keeps peeking out of the slit of her dress.  Plus, I could brush her hair off her shoulder and a

I look at my reflection in the mirror.  I want everything to be perfect. I have to admit the fact that her uncle is Charles Elliott is very daunting.  He is one man who can find anything and everything about an individual which has me shaking in my boots.It wasn’t until I had gotten home last night when the reality of the situation finally sunk into me.  I’m sure that Charles’ security company already knows about the pictures and the threatening messages.  However, the security has never come to my parent’s apartment, so I can only assume the security company doesn’t know where I’m staying.  After questioning my mother this morning, I also have discovered that the building has multiple layers of protection for the noble families.  One of those protections is a blocking system that doesn’t allow anyone’s phone to provide a GPS location to anyone trying to trace it.  I’m not r

I scan through the reports and pictures of Dee’s date last night.  I have to admit that Shane was a perfect gentleman.  He opens doors for my niece and lets her pick the movie.  He didn’t try anything in the dark movie theater either, which is a little bit of a surprise.  Regardless, I still have this gut feeling that he is hiding something more than his family’s background, which clearly the person who has sent him all those threating messages doesn’t have any clue about.  As I continue to go through the reports and pictures, Max quietly sneaks into the room and sits down across the table from me.  Before he has a chance to say anything, I bark, “Has Trevor been able to get anything off of those pictures in Shane’s messages yet?” I turn my focus towards my best agent, who slides to the edge of his chair and nods.  “Yes.  Trevor has finally been able to enlarge the pictures and keep the quality of the image.” He