On Sunday, Alex woke up early and tried, once again, to get in touch with Camilla. He left messages as he didn't want her to wake up.
His night was bad. He couldn't sleep well, thinking about the fucking way things had gone. He was definitely fed up with being a Strauss. In those moments, he wished he'd been born an ordinary guy, who could date, marry, or do anything without a bunch of ominous birds all over him.
'Good morning, my princess! I hope you slept well. In an hour I'll be leaving for the recording studio. I'll clear things up.' He almost wrote an 'I love you' but held back. He wouldn't say that without being sure how he felt.
