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Yesterday he had seemed as distant as the stars. This evening she was totally at 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 and order to the task.”

She exploded into a fit of giggles as 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.