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thought about how she’d let him make love to her the previous day—not just once but several times and in the restaurant as well.
    “Are you okay?” Carla asked.
    Angelina suddenly realised that she was crying. “I’m sorry. It must be the heat or something.”
    “Look, I’m sure he meant to tell you,” Sarah said.
    Angelina remembered that Rashid was about to tell her something when they were interrupted by the Arabic family shouting.
    “Why don’t you come to a party?” Carla suggested. “It’ll cheer you up. An old school friend of mine here in Zakir is having a get-together at her place tonight. Just a bunch of girls—no men and absolutely no sheikhs!”
    It sounded like just what Angelina needed. “I’d love to. Thank you. Are you sure your friend won’t mind?”
    “Chrystal won’t mind. She’s lots of fun. You’ll love her,” Carla promised.
    “And we can go in your new car,” Sarah added. “Nothing like royal number plates for getting through traffic.”
    Chrystal? That was another name that Angelina had heard before in Bezira, but she wasn’t quite sure when.
    Sarah and Carla left shortly afterwards, with promises to call round at seven o’clock that evening to go to the party, which left Angelina over an hour before Rashid turned up.
    Originally she’d planned to get herself all dressed up, with her hair done and some make-up and perfume on, but if Rashid wanted her to see the “real” him, then he could see the “real” her too. Therefore, when he rang the doorbell at midday, she answered it wearing the same old shorts and T-shirt that she’d thrown on earlier.
    “I see the car’s arrived. Do you like it?” he asked, coming towards her for a kiss, but Angelina avoided him and walked off to the kitchen.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked, following her. “Is it the wrong colour? The wrong model? I can get it changed.” He put his arms around her waist.
    “Get off me!”
    “What’s the matter? Are you ill?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s you! Why didn’t you tell me who you were, that you were a royal prince, the son of the sultan?”
    Rashid sat down at the table, brushing aside the biscuit crumbs still on it from earlier. “I tried. I was about to tell you at the restaurant and then that family came in and insisted we had their reservation.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me when we first met?” she asked.
    “What did you expect me to say? ‘Hello, I’m the son of the sultan’? I’m not that kind of person and from what you’ve told me, you don’t seem like that type of person either. I told you the important things about myself. What does it matter who my father is?”
    “It matters a lot!” Angelina paced around the kitchen, too unsettled to sit down. “How can you possibly think that it isn’t important? You tricked me into thinking that you were just a normal person, but you’re not; you’re the son of one of the richest people on earth.”
    “And you said that money wasn’t important in a relationship,” he objected.
    “It’s not, but being the sultan’s son is. You have pictures in Hello magazine, you’re listed as being one of the most eligible bachelors in the world, you’re a well-known, important person.” Angelina saw him smirk when she mentioned how eligible he was. “This isn’t funny, Rashid!”
    “I’m sorry, but I was just thinking that if I’m so important and well-known, how come you didn’t recognise me when we first me?”
    “Because you’re a B-list celebrity and I don’t waste my time following celebrity gossip.”
    “Angelina, please don’t be angry with me.” He tried to look at her, but she turned away to stare out of the window at the rather forlorn bushes that were being scorched by the sun in her father’s backyard.
    “It’s not my fault that I was born who I am,” he continued. “I didn’t ask to be a royal. When I was at Oxford, it was awful. I spent the first two terms with everyone