As soon as she saw the man, Margaret recognized him as the very person who made her grind her teeth in frustration—Jon Hardy.
Princess Margaret was stunned.
How could he be in England? And how did he find this place?
"You… how are you here?" Margaret blurted out without thinking.
"You sent that telegram, didn't you? Weren't you trying to make me come here?" Hardy asked, looking at the spoiled and willful princess.
Margaret was momentarily speechless.
Her expression faltered, and she avoided eye contact. Having her prank discovered left her feeling a bit too embarrassed to look at Hardy directly.
From her reaction, Hardy was certain that his judgment was correct—this whole thing had been orchestrated by Princess Margaret.
Still holding onto Hardy, Taylor looked up at him with affection and asked, "Hardy, how did you come to London? London is so big, yet we just happened to meet in this shop. Is this fate?"
