They quickly sent a thank you message to the client:
"Dear Client,
Thank you so much for the generous payment. We are thrilled that you are pleased with our work. If there are any more projects you need assistance with, please don't hesitate to contact us.
Best regards, Desi and Sam"
As they celebrated their unexpected windfall, Desi couldn't help but glance at Princess Leonor's picture again. Sam noticed this time and nudged him. "Dude, you've got it bad. She's a princess, remember? Not exactly in our league."
Desi chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But a guy can dream, right?"
With their confidence and bank account boosted, Desi and Sam were ready to tackle whatever came next, even if it meant falling for royalty along the way.
In the grand palace of Spain, a place of breathtaking opulence and rich history, a beautiful girl sat in a room that was the complete opposite of Desi's modest quarters. This room was adorned with ornate furniture, lavish tapestries, and sparkling chandeliers, exuding an air of elegance and luxury. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with volumes of history, literature, and art. Sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors.
At an antique mahogany desk, Princess Leonor, the heir to the Spanish throne, eagerly opened a message on her computer. She had commissioned an article about her family and was excited to see the final product. As she read through the meticulously crafted words, she noticed the poetic touch in the section about herself. A smile crept across her face, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"This is perfect," she murmured to herself, her fingers hovering over the payment button. She had planned to pay $200, but she was so impressed by the work that she decided to send $1000 instead.
As she finished reading the article, she leaned back in her chair with a satisfied grin. "This should do it. With this, I'll be able to win the presentation tomorrow and shut up those bitches in class."
Just then, a notification popped up on her screen: a thank you message from Desi and Sam. She chuckled softly at their enthusiasm.
A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. "Princess Leonor, it's time for dinner," said a voice from the other side. The door opened to reveal a maid dressed in a classic black-and-white uniform, complete with a white apron and a neat little cap.
Leonor turned from her computer. "Thank you, Maria. I'll be down in a moment."
Maria nodded and gave a small curtsy before leaving the room. Leonor took a last look at the article, feeling a strange sense of connection to the words written by a stranger. She closed her laptop and stood up, smoothing out her dress.
As she made her way to the grand dining hall, she couldn't help but think about the freelancers who had written the article. There was something about the way they had described her that felt different—special, even. She smiled to herself, wondering about the person behind the poetic words.
Meanwhile, across the world, Desi and Sam were still celebrating their unexpected windfall, completely unaware that their words had not only earned them a generous payment but also left an impression on a real princess. Little did they know, their paths might just cross again in the most unexpected of ways.
The next morning, Princess Leonor awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. She had read the article several times, and each time, the poetic touch in her section made her smile. She dressed in her school uniform, a stylish yet formal ensemble befitting her royal status, and made her way to the palace dining room for breakfast.
The dining room was as grand as the rest of the palace, with a long table set with fine china and silverware. King Felipe VI and Queen Letizia were already seated, along with her younger sister, Princess Sofia.
"Good morning, everyone," Leonor greeted as she took her seat.
"Good morning, Leonor," her parents replied in unison.
"Are you ready for your presentation today?" Queen Letizia asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Leonor nodded confidently. "Yes, I am. I found a great article that really highlights our family history. I think it will impress everyone."
As they ate, Leonor's thoughts drifted back to the writers who had crafted such a beautiful piece. She wondered what their lives were like and if they had any idea who their client had been.
Back in their small room, Desi and Sam were already hard at work on their next freelance gig. The excitement from the unexpected $1000 still lingered, fueling their motivation.
"Hey, Desi, you've been smiling a lot since yesterday. Got a secret admirer or something?" Sam teased.
Desi laughed. "I don't know, man. I just can't believe how well that article turned out. Maybe we should focus on more high-profile topics."
Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, who knows? Maybe we'll end up writing for more royals."
They shared a laugh, but deep down, Desi couldn't shake the feeling that the poetic touch he had added might have struck a chord with someone special.