NOLAN
The prince stepped out of the limo and onto the sidewalk outside Yena’s parents’ house. Took a deep breath, crossed the path up to the front porch, and knocked on the door.
It swung open seconds later and there stood Yena, her glossy pink lips parted in a big, genuine smile.
“Hi,” she said. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” Despite his best efforts, Nolan’s own mouth burst into a bright, wide smile, too. “How are you?”
He took a step inside and was blasted with the smell of bacon, eggs, fresh bread, and cinnamon.
“And this is for Tina,” he added, holding out a bottle of red wine with an ancient-looking label.
“Aw, thanks.” Yena took the bottle from him. “And I’m good. I’ve got a surprise for you, right over here.” She gestured to the dining room to his right.
Nolan turned to find t
