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It was extradinary, she thought, watching him scrape
dishes, load the dishwater.
Yesterday he had seemed as distant as the
stars. This evening she was totally
as ease with him. Far from being
the cold, arrogant prince that his photos suggested, he was intelligent,
stimulating, amusing.
“You’re not making a bad job of that,” she
said.
“For a
man?”
“For a
prince. I don’t imagine you’ve done
it before.”
“No, but it is simply a question of applying
logic –“ which seemed screamingly
funny for some reason “—and order to the task.” She exploded into a fit of giggles. He closed the dishwasher door, looked at
the settings, chose one that seemed appropriate and then switched it
on.
“I’m afraid the champagne has gone to your
head,” he said.
“No, honestly.” It was the fact that he hadn’t put any
detergent in the machine that was so funny.
