The ride back to Freya’s place had been quiet. The driver worked for Santiago. No one wanted to chance their conversation getting back to Santiago or Magnus.

Once they were in the safety of Freya’s place, Marissa was the first to speak.

“That was insane! You think we will be in the tabloids?” She giggled.

“How can you even be thinking about that, Marissa? Don’t be so daft. You know what will happen? They will try to figure out our identities and dig up our past. Do you know what that means? People will know we were former escorts. Is that what you want? We’ll both lose our jobs. And we won’t be able to work here. What sane person would want former escorts teaching their children? Huh? Tell me? No one will want us near them.”

Freya listened intently to what Justine had just said. She wasn’t one to panic, but Justine and Marissa were not just her employees, they’d become her friends. Her only friends as of the last year. However, her business was at stake. She knew she’d need damage control if what Justine said was true, and word leaked that the two women were former escorts.

“Let’s brainstorm,” Freya said. “Our parents love you two. So, what if we lose one or two students over this? I trust most of our parents to be reasonable adults. We should respect their judgment on the subject. I will call an emergency meeting. I prefer the parents hear it from me than find out about it some other way.”

Justine carefully observed Freya, processing what her friend had just said. Freya could feel the wheels turning in her head.

“You’d do that for us?” she finally said.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

“I know how much the studio means to you. I would hate to cause you to lose paying customers you’ve so carefully cultivated.”

“Here’s the deal. If something like this will cause someone to remove their child, so be it. No one is perfect. I’m a firm believer in second chances,” she paused, “well, in most cases. Anyway, I believe our parents to be more like-minded. You two have seen me ask a troublemaker parent to no longer bring their child, more than once. I won’t stand for immature antics. Now, having former escorts is more sensitive. But I must trust them to make the right decision for their children. If they are the people I enjoy and respect, I believe they’ll have questions, which I’d expect the three of us to field. And I feel most, if not all, will have our backs.”

“You honestly believe it?” Marissa asked.

“Yes, I do. If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong. But I don’t want to hide anything from them. Transparency is much better. I will send out an emergency email and post a message to our social media group. I’ll send out a text around seven, not earlier though, as it is Saturday. But I’m calling an emergency meeting for nine o’clock a.m., so be prepared. Those who must bring the kids, we’ll have one room open with things for them to do. Marissa, I’ll need you to run to the grocery store around six and pick up pastries and what not, so parents and kids have something to munch on since it will be early. I’ll also let them know.”

Justine stared wide-eyed at Freya, tears threatening to breach. “Freya, you really are something else, you know?” The tears finally fled down her face as she reached over to give Freya a hug.

“I don’t know what I’d do without the two of you. Look, if things truly get out of control, it will be temporary. We only hung out with them for one evening, so, not a lot to report. It’s done, they caught us on camera. We’ll be okay.” She winked as Marissa joined in for a group hug.

“Come on, no more tears. Worst-case scenario, you two can move in here. Temporarily!” Freya teased.

“You know, Freya, I have a sneaky suspicion we didn’t see the last of Magnus. He was quite smitten with you. I think there is something there,” Marissa said, causing Freya to freeze.

She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she liked him. She was looking forward to hiking with him, but it would not happen, not now. Not if she had anything to do with it.

 

 

Most of the parents had arrived. It impressed Freya how quick they responded. Only about five families were not present, but she assured them she’d call each family after the meeting and bring them up to speed.

She felt nauseous, but she needed to do this.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” She smiled. “I have a peculiar situation. And I wanted you all to be the first to hear this from me and give you all the opportunity to ask questions.”

She made a point of making eye contact with every parent in that room.

“Two months ago, Justine and Marissa made me aware of something controversial. I mulled over the information but decided that it didn’t matter to me. Besides, it was private and had no way of finding its way to the public - until last night.” A few people leaned forward, hanging on each word, while others sat comfortably, waiting for the news.

“A few years ago, both Marissa and Justine worked for an escort service. Because of the clients, they dealt with, it has all been very confidential.” She waited. Now she had everyone’s attention. But no one said a word, waiting for her to continue. “Last night, the three of us went out to have fun. It had been a long time since I’ve gone out. We went to a very exclusive club, and there we met two gentlemen. One of which we’d later, or I should say early this morning, came to find out is a prince. A crown Prince. The only reason I bring this up is as we left a restaurant, paparazzi were gathered outside, taking our photos. We were rushed away, but it wasn’t fast enough. As most of us understand, the tabloids will stop at nothing to unveil anyone’s past. This is why we are here. There is a strong possibility both Marissa’s and Justine’s past might come back to haunt them. So, rather than leave it to chance, I want to give each of you the respect and opportunity to hear this directly from me. Allow you to ask questions which we hope to answer. These are your children we teach, and you are paying customers. This is a business and, as my clients, I believe you all deserve transparency.”

A newer mom to the studio raised her hand. “So, if this wouldn’t have happened, would you have told us?”

“Honestly, no. I was confident that their former employer had no reason to out them and considering both women have moved on from that work, I wanted to give them an opportunity to embrace a new life. Their experience as trained dancers in all genres has proven instrumental to the growth of my business. They are talented and have shown they are great instructors and have been excellent with the students.”

The woman didn’t follow up on her question, but she looked annoyed as did a few other parents.

“Look, I know this doesn’t look good for the studio or me. But I’m here, now, sharing this with you, allowing each of you to do what is best for your children. All I ask is that you at least give me, us, the opportunity to answer questions that might brew in your heads before you decide. You are all like a family. Every one of your children, I know and love. I have great feelings about the future of our competitive dance teams and those who are working toward these goals. My focus has always been with the students, and what is best for them as they grow into the dancers they’re destined to be. I’ve always been open and honest with each of you, never needing to mince words, and you all have been excellent parents. You know well that parents who approach dance with a different perspective rarely stay at my studio. There’s a reason for this. I refuse to allow anyone to approach this with rose-shaded glasses.”

One father interrupted, “Freya, I have only one question. What is your plan if the media catches wind of this, and they connect them to the studio?”

It was an excellent question, and as much as she hated to admit to it, she had to answer out loud what she had been thinking since calling the emergency meeting.

“I believe in most cases, we all deserve second chances. In no way am I implying either lady made a mistake, but we all know the general populous has strong opinions, and there are those who aren’t afraid to voice these without consideration to the impact. I intend to stand by each of them, so long as it does not have an adverse impact on the studio. What I mean by this is that it doesn’t go beyond the initial novelty of the news. But if it affects my students because they are my priority, I’ll be the first one to admit it is not working out. Justine and Marissa know this, and they both agree.”

“Then my family and I stand with you. I trust you know what you are doing and please, count on us for support,” he said, causing Freya to smile.

“Thank you, this really means a lot.”

A few other parents immediately jumped in and vowed their support, but the mom who’d first chimed in didn’t seem convinced.

“I don’t know, Freya. I don’t know. It isn’t even about the media catching wind of this; it is having either of these women teaching my daughter. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

Another mom, seated closer to the front turned to face the woman. “Why, because you believe it is contagious? Come on, you were the first to sign your daughter up for private lessons with Marissa. You can’t tell me you do not see these two instructors for what they are? Phenomenal! They are phenomenal at what they do. Heck, I’m thankful they came to our studio. Both of my kids have learned heaps from them. And that the studio offers these options in terms of lessons and keeps the costs reasonable, I can’t argue with that. Besides, what a person has done in their past is none of my business. Neither murdered another nor did they cause physical harm to another. I might not agree with that 'job,’ but I’m willing to give them a chance."

A few parents clapped. Others voiced their support, and the first woman and one other remained tight-lipped.

Freya knew the five other families would likely stay, so losing two students didn’t seem as catastrophic as she feared.

“Thank you, everyone. We have a class starting shortly, but I’m available for anyone who has questions.”

A few parents approached Justine and Marissa, but Freya knew the two women could handle them on their own. She got things put away with the help of other parents when the one mother approached her.

“Freya, if you have a few minutes, do you mind speaking in private?”

“Sure. Let me give one of my senior students some instructions to get the class started. If you don’t mind, I’ll meet you over by my office.”

After getting things situated, Freya invited the mother in. “Have a seat, Tiffany,” she said, closing the door. “How may I help you?”

“Look, I support what you are doing. Heck, I think it is brave and admirable of you. However, my fear isn’t necessarily with how you are handling this. I firmly believe you are doing everything you can to make this the best scenario with the best outcome as possible. But my husband isn’t as open-minded as I am. I don’t know how he will handle this information. I’m praying he doesn’t freak out, but I cannot make any guarantees.” She took a breath. “I like all of you, and Sarah absolutely adores this place, her friends, and the three of you. She really has broken out of her shell since she arrived. I’d love nothing more than to keep her here, but the decision isn’t only my own.”

“Tiffany, I totally understand. I know it is not an open-and-closed scenario. And I know Sarah is an amazing little dancer, she has potential. I would hate to lose her, but if that is the decision you and your husband make, I have to respect this, and I will totally understand.”

Tiffany looked down to her clasped hands. “Freya, I don’t want to leave. I don’t want Sarah to leave. I’m afraid this will set her back.”

Freya sensed something more, she wasn’t sure, but there was something Tiffany wanted to ask. “Tiffany, what do you need from me?” It was all she could think of saying in hopes to get the woman talking more openly.

“Would you speak to my husband?”

Freya didn’t understand why it was bothering Tiffany so much to ask her, but of course, she would.

“Not a problem. Do we have his number on file, so I may call him after class?”

“He doesn’t listen well like that. I was thinking about something a little more unconventional. May I invite you over for dinner so you may speak to him in person? It’s just, there is no way I’ll be able to get him over here without telling him why. And if you come over, that will make it easier.”

“So, you want to ambush him? Is this what you are saying?”

“I know it looks bad. I’m sorry. I know my husband. If you call him, he’ll not hear what you are saying. He does much better in person.”

Freya considered what her client was saying. The proposal was unconventional and not something Freya would typically agree to as she believed strongly about not crossing that line, to avoid any perceived favoritism. But she appreciated what Tiffany was saying which was supporting her and the studio.

“When would this dinner take place?” Freya asked.

“Tonight. I figure the sooner, the better.”

“How about Justine and Marissa? I’d prefer they are with me. After all, the conversation will be about them. If I agree to this, I want them there.”

Tiffany hesitated for a moment but reluctantly agreed. “Okay, but I cannot promise that he’ll address them or even acknowledge them after what he hears. He’s very traditional. And I know he’ll take issue with them.”

“Let me worry about that. Just if you don’t think there will be any negative repercussions with you and your family, I’d prefer they are with me.”

“Oh, he’ll be grumpy, that’s for sure. He might say something for me inviting them into our home, but I can deal with that. He’s a great father and husband, just a little old school.” She smiled.

It relieved Freya that the situation wasn’t more of an abusive type. She’d feared this from the tone of the conversation.

“Make sure you extend the invitation to Marissa and Justine yourself and explain to them what you’ve told me. I know Sarah is in a class with Marissa, so just wait until between sessions. Oh, and if you don’t mind texting me your address and the time? I need to get back to class if you that’s all for now.”

A few parents whose kids didn’t have a morning class were still there mingling. They spoke briefly to Freya on her way to her class to offer support. Freya was glad it had gone as well as it could have.

When the morning class was over, Freya checked her phone. She needed to call the five families that didn’t know yet, except some other parents had already gotten word to them. She had a text from each of the families; heart and smiley face emojis with words of support followed. They were staying and didn’t care what Marissa and Justine had done. Even the other mother who’d seemed reluctant at first had sent her an encouraging message.

The morning and early afternoon classes all went well until one parent returning to the studio for her son’s late afternoon hip-hop class rushed through the doors.

“Freya, you need to call the police. There are paparazzi out there, trespassing. The law does not allow them onto private property, and your parking lot is private property.”

Freya rushed to the front door, and sure enough, there were three photographers out there. What on earth? she wondered.

She wanted to call the police, but she was unsure if that was the best avenue. Against her best instincts, she reached for her cell phone and called the last person she would’ve thought to call: Magnus.

“There are three paparazzi outside my studio. Technically, they are trespassing. I should call the police, but I don’t know if that will only antagonize them more?”

“You are right, don’t call them. Send me your studio’s address, and I will get my security detail over to you straight away.” He paused and said, “Freya, thank you for calling me.”

As soon as she hung up, she sent him the address; he confirmed receipt. The situation was on her front step, literally.

Freya pulled the blinds down and asked that no one go outdoors, and if they did, to under no circumstances speak to the men outside.

“Thank you, Renice, for letting me know. There is security on their way.”

The parent looked at Freya, confused. “Security? You aren’t calling the police?”

“I called Prince Magnus, he will handle the situation.”

She needed to be honest with her families. “I phoned the Prince. I know I was vague in sharing specifics because that wasn’t what I wanted to focus on. However, this whole situation is because of me meeting him and going to that restaurant where we were spotted.”

“Where exactly did you say he is a prince from?” Renice pressed.

“Martierra. I’ll be honest, I’d never heard of the place until this all went down.”

“Oh, my gosh! That Prince?!” Another parent exclaimed. “He’s involved in a scandal about a pregnant woman in Spain, I believe. Sorry, I’m a fan of royals.”

Freya wasn’t sure how to respond. After all, it wasn’t any of her business. She barely knew Magnus and thought that had been it until she called him.

“Possibly. Okay, we need to get back to class. Renice, may I ask you to keep an eye out for the security detail? They should arrive soon.”

 

 

“Freya, do you mind stepping out here for a moment?” Renice asked, popping her head through the door.

Freya figured enough time had passed that the security had already arrived, except when she reached the lobby, she hadn’t expected to see him.

“Magnus! What are you doing here?” Her heart raced.

“I apologize for showing up unannounced. But I figured it was best this way. I got you into this, the least I can do is help you manage through.” His smile was infectious.

“Thanks. But don’t you think this would give them more reason to want to be here?”

“Possibly. But I also wanted to see you. I didn’t like the way we left things last night. I really like you, Freya.”

A few parents were mingling in the lobby, and they heard every word he said. Blushing, Freya didn’t know how to respond. He’d openly stated he liked her. It meant nothing other than friendship, but it could be misconstrued.

“Why don’t we go into my office?”

Freya caught Renice sighing.

She closed the door behind her, didn’t even bother offering him a seat. “What was that all about?”

“What? Saying I like you? That I want to get to know you better? That I enjoyed every moment I spent with you? Is that what you are asking?”

Surprised, Freya opened and closed her mouth. No words would come out. It flabbergasted her.

“I know this is not what you expected. I had planned this trip so carefully, assuming I’d have a few days of anonymity, but as you can see, that didn’t happen. Usually, I have more time. When I travel to Europe, they hardly ever lose tabs on me, which is why I enjoy going to Asia and South America. I suspect Santiago might have leaked my whereabouts. He enjoys a spectacle. But when your entire life is subject to criticism, trust me, you want to blend in and fade away.”

“You think your friend would do that?”

Freya noticed the hesitation on his face as he slightly shifted. “Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time. I’ve learned to not put these types of scenarios past certain people in my circles.”

It then reminded her of the woman in Spain claiming to be with his child. It wasn’t really her business, but he declared he liked her, and it would appear he wanted to spend more time in her company. She couldn’t lie to herself, she liked him, too. But he was a prince! A Crown Prince to boot. Still, she had to figure out what these feelings of confusion were.

“Magnus, I know it really isn’t any of my business. But the topic will come up, especially if we spend any more time together.” She paused, wondering if she was out of line, before continuing. “What of the woman claiming to be with child? Your child?”

Magnus smiled at her. “Thank you, Freya! Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“I haven’t agreed - yet. I need to know about that situation. I’m not gullible in the sense I’m aware of people trying to milk the tabloids, so I believe it is possible she is fabricating the story. I want to know from you. Is there any chance she is telling the truth?”

“She is not telling the truth. I don’t even know the woman. If you look at the one photo that is circulating, you can see they took it in clear daylight, and we are walking, kind of side by side, but not together. She’s turned toward the camera as if she knows there is a camera, and I’m focused on where I’m going. My agenda was specific during that short trip. My whereabouts? They were well documented. Besides, Freya, I am a Prince. I know better than to involve myself to that extent with anyone without a full background check. It’s just the way it works as a royal.”

It relieved Freya, but she was still unsure of what she wanted to do. She wanted to see where things could go with Magnus. But Prince Magnus? And what of the background check?

“I believe what you are saying. However, I’m still unsure of us? Us in any form. I don’t know if I’m a person who wants the limelight. Having already witnessed one American woman accustomed to a certain level of attention, be dragged through the tabloids? I don’t know if I have that in me. Even if we are just friends. Besides, a background check? I understand why it would be needed. But what of consent?”

His expression was enough for Freya to understand he wanted more than just a friendship. Could she offer that?

“Freya, those are different royals. They have always lived their lives out in front of the cameras. I haven’t. At least, not like that. There is a novelty about me being seen with any woman, and there will be a buzz because of that other royal having wed an American. But the novelty surrounding me will quickly fade. Besides that accusation, Europe is only interested in my ascension to the throne. For political purposes. I’ve purposely kept myself out of the political spectrum, not because I’m ignorant, I’m just not prepared to share my points of view. Not yet, at least. There is more attention on me because there are some crucial votes about to happen next year. Martierra’s vote is key. It is that close. My father, the King, is relying on me to help decide as the long-term impact would affect my governing as a King one day. And of the background check? Our staff is very efficient in executing their jobs, I’m not always privy to when these are done.”

Freya observed him carefully. There was a passion behind his words, a deeper understanding. But there was also uncertainty. She recognized it all too well. She’d always steered safely, rarely venturing outside her comfort zone. But she didn’t have the weight of a nation on her shoulders and couldn’t imagine having to live the way he did carefully monitoring every relationship and potential deal.

“Magnus. I can offer you my friendship. Understand that this all very unimaginable, and I must get my thoughts wrapped around how to navigate through the attention. I have a career and a business. My goal has been to get this place in tip-top shape and eventually buy a proper studio. I can’t do that until I’ve established myself on the map as a dance studio able to produce quality dancers. I cannot offer you more than this for the moment. And I’m not suggesting you should, but I must be honest with myself. Prince or not. I really need to be a little selfish here.”

Magnus reached his hands out and cupping them over Freya’s. “And I wouldn’t ask for more. I like you, and I want to get to know you better. I’m sincerely interested in exploring the area, and I’d love if we can stick to the original arrangement of you playing my guide when you can. Sundays are best for you, right?” He winked.

Freya appreciated his willingness to look past the emotional mess she really was. Freya was the non-committal type because it scared her. Sharing her feelings wasn’t her thing. Her heart had once been hurt, but not broken. She didn’t allow it to go so far, which was half of her problem. The only thing she seemed capable of throwing herself into was her job and dance.

“I appreciate it. And yes, I totally agree to be your private guide.”

 

 

Magnus introduced himself to the parents at the studio. Two moms asked if they could take selfies with him and assured him they wouldn’t post it to social media until he was out of the country. Magnus didn’t mind, but he thought it was best to keep the photos private until then.

“Gentlemen,” he said to his security detail, “we will have to call in reinforcements. I need at least two men with Freya, always, and four with me. Gerard?”

“Your Highness,” the leader of the group replied.

“Please call upon three of your most trusted detail to fly over here as soon as possible to protect Miss Sinclair.”

The agents’ jobs were not to be obvious. Magnus often called them his shadow men because they did a fantastic job at blending into their surroundings. When he needed them, they were quick to make themselves known. Gerard had been with him since his early teens. He’d be retiring when Magnus ascended to the throne. At least that was the plan. Enzo, Gerard’s second in command, would become the number one. He was closer to Magnus’s age, so the idea was he’d be with him longer. That was key to the job of the security detail, trying not to shake it up too much.

Magnus watched as Gerard exited the building. He then went over to a window to look into the classroom studio where Freya was teaching. It was the only studio with a window. The two smaller ones had none. The conversion from a house to a studio was clever, but he could see how she would outgrow the space rather quickly.

Freya was moving through the barres, adjusting a little girl’s limbs. There was one boy in that classroom, and he seemed rather nimble in Magnus’s uninformed opinion.

There was something about how Freya adjusted the students and showed them by example the positions they needed to be in. She was in her element, happily doing what she loved.

 

 

Magnus had left two of his men behind, explaining his plans to Freya before he left with two other of his men. Freya agreed to the plan and promised to check in with him later.

“WOW! Freya, he’s really into you,” Marissa said, wiping sweat from her face as she dismissed the last of her students. “I still can’t believe he showed up and handled those paparazzi the way he did. I’m glad you called him. But what are you going to do? Continue seeing him?”

Justine added, “Freya, I cannot thank you enough for the talk you had with the parents. You do not understand how much this means. I will not lie. I had to go into the apartment for a few minutes and cry. The outpouring of support they showed us, I didn’t expect it.”

Just then Freya remembered the dinner she’d agreed to attend.

“Crap! We are supposed to go to dinner at Sarah’s house. I told Renice I’d do what I can to convince her husband to allow Sarah to stay. Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to this. I think she got me in a weak moment.” She laughed as she reached for her cell phone. Sure enough, the address, directions, and time were in the message. “We have an hour and a half to get this place cleaned and locked up and get showered and ready to join Sarah, Renice, and their family for dinner. Be warned, Renice tells me her husband can be a little difficult. He’s old school, and she knows he will have a lot to say about your former occupation. But I think this is one of those moments where we convince him otherwise. After all, he can’t be so bad if Renice believes there is hope.”

Marissa didn’t look so convinced. “I’ve met the man once. I think he is a jerk, but I really like Sarah, and she is an excellent dancer. She has talent, and I’d hate to lose her as a student, especially so early on.”

“I agree with Marissa. Besides, remember how shy and introverted that little girl was when she first arrived here? She’s like an entirely different person. This is something I think we need to press him on when speaking to her father. It’s not only the dance lessons we are offering here. These are priceless real-life social skill sets. Teachers at the schools don’t always have the luxury of working with smaller class sizes or one on one with the students as we do when they sign up for private lessons. I think this really helps especially when preparing them to compete,” Justine said.

Freya knew they both made valid points. Heck, she’d made the same observations. “Agreed. Let’s hope Sarah’s father sees the potential. He’ll harp on the escort detail, and that will be his focus. Rightfully so. Just try not to get upset. He might say hurtful things. Trust me, if we need to leave, I’ll be the first one to call it.”

They got to work, Marissa cleaned down the mirrors and the barres while Justine swept and cleaned the bathroom. Freya straightened up the lobby and kitchen and followed up with the mop as soon as Justine finished sweeping.

The trio had a good system down that worked wonderfully for them. That was another thing Freya appreciated about Justine and Marissa, they cared for her studio as if it were their own. Maybe one day they’d be partners. In the meantime, she was glad to have a team equally vested in the success of each student and the studio as much as she was.

When they arrived at Renice‘s house, Freya peeked around before they exited the car. The agents were in another vehicle that Gerard had gotten over to them, a rental she presumed.

One thing that Magnus had stressed to her was to continue her daily activities as she usually would. When she inquired about their meals and sleeping arrangements, he told her they had that covered. The only thing they did was get a spare copy of her keys which she reluctantly gave them.

“Do you think I’m moving too fast with the whole Magnus thing?” Freya asked Justine and Marissa as they slowly maneuvered the long path to the front door.

“You decided to be friends. Right? There is nothing wrong with that,” Justine replied.

“Yes, but I complied with these changes, especially with a security detail so easily. That can’t be normal. Plus, if we are just friends, why am I even worried about it? Like, I’m excited, nervous, but worse, just going with the flow. That’s not like me.”

“Girl, you are putting too much thought into this. Look he likes you, you like him. Where this ends up? Only time will tell. Don’t over think it,” Marissa stated.

“Honestly, do you think others are thinking I'm too easy because he’s a prince?” That was a genuine concern.

“Freya, there will always be those with an opinion, whether or not you are dealing with a prince. That’s just the reality of life. It is entirely up to you how you allow these to affect you.” Justine stopped to face Freya before they reached the door. “Don’t allow other opinions to bother you. There is a saying which I love and I kind of live by: ‘other people’s opinions of you are none of your business,’ and I really believe this. There are few people I care enough about to care about their viewpoints. Otherwise, it’s a waste of time and energy."

With those words, Justine turned and knocked on the door with a determination that sparked Freya. Her friend was right.

“Miss Freya, Marissa, Justine!” little Sarah excitedly exclaimed, reaching in for a hug from each of her instructors. “I can’t believe you’re here. Come in. Mom’s made an amazing dinner. I think you’ll love it.”

When they walked through the door, the three women took a whiff at the smell that was flowing through the open floor plan of the house. The kitchen was in the middle, and Renice was busy moving around.

“Come in. Make yourselves at home. I need to get this prime rib out of the oven and let it sit for a few minutes before dive in.”

Another little girl, about four years old, ran to join Sarah.

“Isabel, these are my dance teachers. Freya, Justine, and Marissa. Maybe one day they’ll be your teachers.”

The little girl shyly hid behind her bigger sister, but she was listening.

A middle-aged, scruffy-looking man descended the stairway. He looked like he’d been sleeping as he greeted them with a groggy voice.

“Welcome to our humble abode. My wife has been cooking all day, so I expect we’ll enjoy dinner before we talk?” he asked.

The three agreed and thanked him for having them.

Freya thought the idea reasonable. Besides, it was never a good idea to allow a great dinner to go to waste. She recalled memories of her own mother slaving away in the kitchen for hours on end to prepare her family a fantastic meal, after having spent the week going everywhere with Freya with dance, and not being at home. She’d found her mom in tears one time too many when no one would hustle to the dining room to enjoy a family dinner. Even her father had lost interest in a good home cooked meal together as a family for some time.

But Freya’s mother wasn’t the type to roll over and just take it. She eventually had a “come to Jesus” meeting with the family. She didn’t cry, she was assertive in her speech, which boiled down to her time away from the family in the evenings as she played chaperone and taxi to Freya and her dancing.

“What can I get you all to drink?” Mike, Renice‘s husband, asked.

Sparkling water or plain water was the order. Even if she or the other two didn’t dance professionally anymore, they continued maintaining somewhat of a healthy lifestyle. Well, except Marissa who seemed to be a bottomless pit.

Freya had been engaged in small talk with Mike when she noticed Marissa was on the floor with the little girl playing Lincoln Logs, and Justine had taken to the kitchen with Renice. The ambiance was pleasant, and the conversation was not as confrontational as she’d thought it might be. At least not yet.

After a wonderful four-course meal, Mike and Renice sent the girls upstairs. They’d previously downloaded a new movie the girls were eager to watch. Once Mike got them settled in, and Freya and her friends had helped clean up, they all relaxed to a nice cup of tea in the back room where a lovely fire was going in the fireplace.

“So, let’s get straight to the point,” Mike said in a deep, gravelly voice. “My wife explained what the meeting was all about this morning. I appreciate y’all coming clean with this. But I will not lie. I’m bothered by the notion you two are teaching my daughter, and that you are okay with it.”

Justine and Marissa didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to as Freya had been preparing on the drive there to have the difficult conversation.

“Mike, first off. Thank you and Renice for having us over.” She looked over to Renice and smiled. “I understand your hesitation. Not everyone has the opportunity to look passed titles and look deeper at the person. It has been a privilege for me to do this with Marissa and Justine. I see them not for what they formerly did for a living, but for who they are as individuals, what they bring in terms of skills to my business, and how they perform with the students and carry themselves as representatives of the studio. Because I run a business, I have to approach my decisions in those terms.” She took a long, subtle breath.

“I value my customers. Without you, I’m not a viable business. But my passion is for the students. I have a skill set I’ve honed my entire life, and I want to teach this to those who walk through my doors and will listen, learn, and perform.”

“That’s all great. But you cannot ignore that most people don’t work in the industries they did. That’s like a target for negative attention, and I don’t know if I feel comfortable allowing my daughter to associate with that.”

“Mike, neither Marissa nor Justine have been in that line of work for years. The only target is the one in the eyes of the beholder. They are fine instructors with an amazing skillset they offer the students at a price you will not find elsewhere. Besides, their life experiences, whether chosen or otherwise, are just that, experiences. Who am I to judge them? Not going to on something that bears no impact on me as a person or my business. We all must make choices for ourselves. Me for my business and you for your family.” She paused. “I cannot live my life nor do I encourage anyone else to do so based on what others’ opinions are of me. A wise person once said 'what others think of you is none of your business.’ I finally understood the meaning of how I approach my existence."

Mike sat pensively. Freya thought maybe he was contemplating his rebuttal, but he shocked her and everyone else. “Truer words have never been spoken. I believe they deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. They seem to both be interested in the overall wellbeing of the studio and the students and have given no sign they pose any undue stress to the situation. I will not lie, I was livid when I learned of it this afternoon when Renice and Sarah got home. But I have a great woman by my side. She put me in my place and helped me see past my own prejudices. Sarah will stay at your studio; that is our family’s decision. Isabel will sign up for classes after the first of the year. We aren’t rich folk, so I need to work it into our budget. I’m not blind, you know. I see the difference in my daughter. I don’t want little Isabel going down that lonely path if I can help it.”

Freya wanted to jump up and hug him, but her typical controlled reaction hindered her ability to move as quickly as Marissa did.

“Thank you!” she said, giving Mike a huge hug and immediately turning it on Renice. “You guys are amazing. Thank you,” she said through tears.

Freya looked over at Justine who was quietly trying to hold back tears of her own while whispering thanks to the couple. Freya reached out and held her hand. “It will be okay,” she quietly assured her.

“So, tell of us of this prince? You didn’t think I would let you off the hook that easy. Especially when my daughter’s dance instructor is becoming quite the celebrity.” He laughed.

“Oh! Please don’t tell me it’s on the news.” Freya rarely watched television, but she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t wonder if the local stations would pick up on the fiasco.

“On every news station. Those photogs move quickly. Heck, I even went online and checked TMZ. My wife was laughing at me.”

“It’s not bad, Freya. But they got a couple of great shots of the three of you. I don’t think they’ve made the link with whom exactly Prince Magnus is seeing. Their words, not mine. But it is certain they know it is one of you three. That you were out together and then work together? It seems to make it trickier for the paparazzi,” Renice offered.

Justine was on her phone, and sure enough, she’d pulled up the social media site to one of the more popular local stations.

What’s in The Water? Another European Prince Courting an American. But Who?

Justine read out loud.

The Crown Prince of Martierra, a small monarchy off the coast of Spain, is visiting the area. What remains unclear is whether his visit is strictly for his own pleasure or in pursuit of one lucky lady?

Someone spotted Prince Magnus Dahl leaving a local restaurant in the company of business tycoon, Santiago de la Cruz, whom we’ve since learned is also from the same area as the Prince and a good friend. And three lovely ladies.

The women have been identified as Marissa Nettles, Justine Jackson, and Freya Sinclair who is the owner of a local dance studio where Prince Magnus was spotted during the day.

Several photographers had been on the scene, trying to get the scoop from parents coming and going from the studio. Not a single person was willing to divulge information.

The mystery remains, who is Prince Magnus’s latest conquest? Will we have another American princess? And what truth is there to the allegations out of Spain that the Prince is potentially becoming a father?

Justine looked up from her phone. “Wow. They got our names quickly. But they haven’t figured out who he is interested in, which is a good thing for now.”

Freya looked frazzled. It was a matter of time before someone who knew her family told them.

“Freya, are you okay?” Renice inquired.

“I am. I didn’t expect this. It’s crazy. My first night out in a long time, and I’m the one who meets a prince. I’m not saying that is necessarily a bad thing. After all, those born into royalty don’t really have a choice. But there a certain frenzy which surrounds the lifestyle. I don’t know if it is something I’m willing to be part of.” She looked to Justine. “I know. I know. I’m just a little stressed.”

“Well, just follow your heart,” Mike said, looking at his wife. “It rarely steers you wrong. But before any major decisions, make sure you sleep on it. You don’t want to go making rash decisions without giving yourself time to contemplate your immediate situation. In other words, don’t feel pressured.”

Marissa about jumped out of her seat again. Freya thought she would hug Mike once more, but instead, she held her phone to Freya’s face. “LOOK!” she exclaimed.

Freya took the phone, and Justine leaned over to see. Mike and Renice approached from behind the love seat where Freya and Justine were sitting.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the press. I’ve been enjoying the Pacific Northwest region of Washington State. This area has much to offer in the form of scenery. The food, from what I’ve experienced, is delicious. And the people? They’ve all been hospitable. Even though I doubt, until now, many knew who I was.” Magnus smiled into the camera. “I decided to take a moment and speak to you all because of the allegations I recently learned of coming out of Spain. It seems there is a woman, stating she is with child, and I am the father.” He paused, probably for effect, Freya thought. “Perhaps one day, I will be a father. I don’t know when, but what I can assure you all, especially my people of Martierra, is I am not the father of that woman’s child. I do not know her, and I’m puzzled as to her motives to as assert I am the person who impregnated her, especially with our current medical science which will easily support my statement.”

He looked directly into the camera once again, but this time he issued a bone-chilling comment. “Whoever you are, I ask for your own benefit, will you please come forth and retract your statement? Both you and I know it is a lie. If you chose to continue with this ridiculous allegation, I assure you, you will be found, and I will press charges against you for libel. This is not a matter to take lightly. So, once again, please come forth with the truth.”

Freya looked over her shoulder to find Renice gobsmacked and Mike holding her by the shoulders.

“Lastly, I understand there has been a lot of speculation as to what role I will play, if any, during the upcoming European Summit. Because of the importance and long-term consequence of the voting, and how this will impact my country, I’m here to inform you I will be with my father, King Ferdinand, at the summit. Thank you once again. I plan on spending the rest of my vacation enjoying the fine food and scenery with friends. I appreciate your kindness and the respect of my privacy as I finish my holiday.”

He quickly stepped away from the podium, and Freya recognized Gerard ushering him past the reporters. He must have staged the news conference from a hotel conference room. At least, that is what it looked like to Freya. She also noticed he didn’t give the reporters an opportunity to ask questions. He remained in complete control of what he wanted to share. She admired this.

“Well, that went really well. Don’t you think?” Justine asked.

Marissa waited to hear what Freya would say as Mike and Renice returned to their seat.

“I can only imagine how much they’ve been pestering him, especially with the allegation of him getting a woman pregnant. He’s adamant he has nothing to do with it,” Freya replied, rather absentmindedly. She was trying to figure out why she cared.

They spent the rest of the evening on a different topic, discussing Mike’s work which gave Freya an idea. He was a carpenter, and she always had ideas and projects for the studio.

“Mike. I know you have plenty of work as it is. But I have a proposition for you. How would you feel about exchanging work for tuition? We can figure your hourly rate and set a monthly schedule. I can create a list of things that need to be done around the studio, and you tell me what supplies you’ll need and at your discretion, during the month, you get those items taken care of?”

Mike looked over at Renice who was wearing a huge smile. “Freya, I don’t know what to say.”

“He will!” Renice enthusiastically replied. “It’ll get him off his butt on the weekends, and if both girls are at the studio, we’ll be there more.”

“Just keep in mind this wouldn’t include private lessons. You’d still have to pay for those separately,” Freya confirmed.

“I suppose we can work something out.” Mike smiled.

“Excellent. So, you let me know when you want to meet at the studio and we can write out a contract. I like to put stuff in writing. It is in both of our interest,” she said.