With Love, Rihanna » Prince Harry

Epilogue

January, 2039

Oh, me! What kind of eyes has love put into my head that I don't see anything accurately?

I began to gather my stuff and exit the plane. I could feel some stares on me as I stood up. Many people still recognized me from the past few months from when Monica and I announced that we're dating. We were all over the news, TV, and magazines. I went back home to work. I was sure they were wondering where I was and it was only a matter of time before rumors started circulating all over England.

I went through the tunnel that connected the plane to the airport with my one carry-on bag. All of my anxiety and worries seemed silly when I saw Monica, surrounded by a bunch of security, who was smiling and looking at me as though I was the only person in the world. I returned the big, warm smile and went walking to her. I hugged her and we kissed.

She smiled.

"I missed you," she whispered into my ear, taking my hand.

"I missed you too," I said staring into her deep, brown eyes.

We left the airport, hand in hand, knowing that our kiss would be on every newspaper in England tomorrow morning. But it didn't bother either of us. We were just happy to be together again.

Or if my eyes do see correctly, what's happened to my judgment to make me wrongly criticize what they see?

"Do I need to close the back window?" Simon, our driver and good friend of the royal family asked, looking into the rear-view mirror.

Val and I parted our lips and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and moving slightly closer to my side of the car, although Val took my hand and squeezed it.

"Sorry Simon," I said laughing.

"Oh no, it's fine. No one can see into the car. I was just wondering if you guys wanted complete privacy."

"No, it's okay. We will be arriving at the castle soon," I said.

I scooted closer to Val and rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I couldn't believe that I had doubted our relationship once before or that I was nervous a few minutes ago. He was the perfect man for me.

"Remember that you have the entire summer together love birds," Simon said glancing into the rear-view mirror once again only to see me and Val kissing- again.

I laughed again and we broke apart. I rested my head on his shoulder for the rest of the car ride.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight with me. Just you and me," he whispered into my ear.

I looked up into his eyes and nodded eagerly.

If the woman I love to look at is beautiful, why does the rest of the world say she's not? If she's not, then a person in love doesn't see as accurately as others.