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Interesting. That is how the royal family has managed to stay with limited exposure on social media. “Okay.”
“The one person we cannot control with their social media posts is Aish, so be mindful of the pictures she is clicking.” There was finally a chuckle to his voice, and she picked up on the affection he had for his older sister.
“I don’t mind the posts. I don’t have any social media presence anyway. They won’t know who I am.” Sanjana had never taken the time to create an account of her own, instead had her sister’s profile on her phone and was a lurker online.
He scoffed before pointing toward the bright light that their car was approaching. “Everyone online will know who you are after tonight. Let’s go.”
Before she could say anything else, the car stopped, and he got out, leaving her confused for a bit.What was she supposed to do again?
Her confusion was cleared when she heard her side of the door open, and she looked up to find her gorgeous husband smiling at her with all the charm there was in the world. “Showtime!”
“Princess Sanjana, this way, please.”
“Yuvraj, give us a pose. To your right.”
“Here, sir. Look.”
“Prince, hold her close.”
“Sanjana, ma’am, what is your online handle, please… for a collab.”
If the flashes from the cameras had overwhelmed her at the airport, the constant call for attention by the much smaller group of reporters gathered outside the venue was crazier.
“Thank you! Princess Sanjana and I are here to enjoy my friend’s new restaurant opening,” Jai called out over the chaotic calls of the photographers before leading her away from the noise and blinding lights.
She blinked to wipe away the spots that played in front of her eyes. “What was that about?”
He laughed in response as they approached the main entrance of the restaurant, which looked like a home—a large one at that. She could hear loud cheering from the inside that could be heard over the thudding music that seemed to be playing.
The cheers got louder when the double doors of the restaurant opened, and Sanjana could only smile in response to the enthusiasm from the group gathered.
Jai fist-bumped some of the men who were cheering for him, but Sanjana was in a star-struck daze. For her to find herself in the company of top cricket players, movie actors, and some prominent models was surreal.
She gripped her clutch to suppress her need to squeal and call her sister to tell her. She remembered her royal training and smiled back at everyone as they moved around the space, her arm tucked firmly into his elbow.
Sanjana met so many people, and she was glad most of them were prominent public figures and knew their names already. There was no way for her to memorize everyone’s name if she had met them that night for the first time. She ate when he offered her food and took sips of his drink every time he offered it to her. It was if he knew what she needed to keep going that evening.
It was hours into the party when she excused herself to make a trip to the ladies’ room. For whatever reason, she felt his eyes following her even as she walked away from him.
Did he think she was going to run away?
Lost in thought, she placed her phone and clutch on the counter by the sink and stepped into one of the stalls inside the restaurant’s luxurious bathroom.
She heard voices moments later, and the two women who stepped into the bathroom fell silent suddenly, followed by loud gasps.
“Oh my God! Is there water?” one woman asked, her voice under duress.
“Lord, please no.” The other woman sounded like she was going to burst into tears.
Sanjana was confused and hurried out of the stall to find the two women staring at the clutch she had left next to the sink like it was an animal. “Sorry, I hope my clutch was not in your way.”
Both girls shook their heads vigorously. “Absolutely not, Your Highness. We were admiring your clutch and hoping there was no water on the counter when you placed—” The woman Sanjana recognized as a famous actress let out a squeal before jumping in front of her to stop her from turning on the faucet to wash her hands. “The clutch is vintage and very susceptible to water damage, if I may.”
Sanjana stared at the girl blankly as she gingerly picked up her clutch and held it like it was a newborn. “Oh my, I never thought I would see one of these in real life. They stopped making them twenty years ago.”
“Look at it. It looks as good as if it was made thirty or so years ago,” the woman continued to chat as Sanjana washed her hands and adjusted her dress. She caught a glimpse of the two women who looked starry-eyed just looking at the bag.
The woman holding the clutch tsked. “Last year, I almost found one of these in Japan, and I was ready to pay any price the seller quoted, but I could not get it.”
