"Let's meet Alfonso, my manager." It was strange that a prince like Silverstein worked under another person, especially one of lower standing. But Silverstein didn't mind; he was unburdened by the weight of titles. With an easy smile, he pulled Alexandra away from her clique and toward the man in question. "My wife, Alexandra."
Alexandra had never met Alfonso before. She smiled warmly, introducing herself, "Alexandra Caestria."
Alfonso nodded, a glint of admiration in his eye. "Alfonso Brooke. The prince has great taste. You're very beautiful, Princess Alexandra." She felt a rush of warmth at his compliment and thanked him, her cheeks slightly flushed.
