What would happen if Prince fell in love obsessively with a modest waitress named Missy? And she rejected his advances? Will Prince cross reason and become sick with love?
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August 3th, 1991, residence of George Michael, London, England.
Missy was holding crying Georgia in her arms, trying to put her to sleep. The little girl was a real challenge, however, and the young mother was powerless.
Missy walked around the room, saying tender words to her daughter, but Georgia screamed louder. Finally Missy started crying hysterically and then the door opened. Gwen stood in the doorway with a worried expression.
— Ma'am, what's going on? — The maid looked at Missy. — Do you or your child feel bad?
—No — Missy sniffed. —She doesn't want to fall asleep. I'm trying to put her to sleep, and she ... —She broke off and started crying again. Gwen walked over to her and gently rubbed Missy's back.
—Small children are a challenge — Gwen said gently. — Can you give her to me? I have experience. I born and raised four children.
Missy nodded and handed her daughter. Gwen took Georgia in her arms and began to rock her and sing her softly. Georgia, which screamed, began to calm down slowly. Missy stared in disbelief at Gwen, who was very patient. Missy crouched on the floor and put her hands over her knees. Finally, Gwen put the child to sleep after a few minutes and put Georgia in her cot. She covered the baby with a blanket and whispered:
— Mrs. Panayiotou, your daughter is sleeping like an angel.
Then Missy started crying again. Gwen frowned and squatted next to the girl.
— Mrs. Panayiotou — The maid began gently. — Do you want herbal tea to calm down?
Missy didn't answer, her arms were shaking.
—Maybe we will leave?— Gwen asked, afraid that Missy's crying would wake the child. When the girl did not react, Gwen helped her up and led crying Missy into the corridor.
The housekeeper stroked her back and spoke nice words. Missy was trembling and then the bedroom door opened and George stood in the doorway. He was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was tousled. He rubbed his eyes and saw his wife and housekeeper.
—Missy, honey?— George asked and yawned. When she didn't react, he came to his senses. He returned late into the empty matrimonial bedroom. Missy was sleeping on the floor in their daughter's room, which was beginning to bother him. Why did the wife avoid sleeping with him? After all, he wasn't some sexual freak, he could take a break.
— Missy — George looked at her and saw her face was wet with tears. —What's going on?
Missy was trembling and Gwen exchanged a worried look with George. He nodded and the housekeeper left. George approached his wife and hugged her. Missy stood frozen, but she finally cuddled up with her husband.
— She's still crying — Missy croaked. — I tried to put her to sleep, but it's killing me. She only cries and cries.
