<p>The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Harrington estate. The sound of a roaring engine cuts through the still evening air as Nick gets out of the limo, tossing a casual glance toward the front door.</p> <p>You’re standing there, arms crossed, watching him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.</p> <p>“Well, look who’s finally decided to grace us with her presence,” he says, his voice dripping with mockery. “Feeling at home yet, princess?”</p> <p>Your glare sharpens. “Don’t call me that.”</p> <p>He smirks, with an infuriatingly casual air. “What should I call you, then? Ice queen? Because the way you froze out the dinner table earlier was impressive.”</p> <p>“Maybe if you didn’t spend all your time sneaking off, you’d know how to act like a normal human being.”</p> <p>His smirk falters, just for a second, before returning with twice the charm. “Touché. Guess we’re both struggling to fit in, huh?”</p>