Prince had the limousine pick him up.
He was feeling usually tired, he plan on hitting the bed when he got home. He laugh at himself, things was definitely changing , years ago he would be up all night writing music or heading to the studio , but tonight the bed was looking like a real good idea. " Sir you ok?, your quiet even for you" said Ron. Prince wasn't even going to correct him this time , he would get it... eventually . " Just thinking Ron" he said. Ron gave a understand nod . " Actually, I want to ask you something " prince said. " Sure" said Ron
surprised . " Do you see me as the type with a family one day?" Ron was shocked that Prince would ask such a question and he wondered what brought this on. He hoped he wasn't setting himself up here. "The truth" said Prince. " It would be difficult , but you never know who's out there that can handle it" Ron said. "Thanks for the honesty " Prince said with a little bit of sadness. Ron heard it in his voice and put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. " You never know what's can happen". Prince gave a nod . Ron was a true person , and he was grateful to have him around .
Little else was said on the ride to Paisley Park. After dismissing most people for the night. He was ready to turn in after a long flight, but first he wanted to soak in a tub. First , he had a light meal of a salad. Then he ran a bath, adding scents to the water that would make him smell good. He liked that he was well known for smelling good, this was he's secret as to why he did. These scents stay on the body a long time. After the bath he made his way to the bedroom. Looking at his luggage that was brought in. Deciding to go through it he opened it and was shock to find it wasn't his, matter of fact the contents belonged to a woman .
Meanwhile...
You stare at the necklace with the symbol. You can't believe it. It had to be someone who was into Prince. It couldn't be his. Then your eyes land on the suitcase then you see what's inside. Some suits and very familiar heels to match the suits .
Also ties, and what seems to be a bottle of perfume or cologne, you pick it up and smelled it...lavender . You was in shock. This was his suitcase. How did you get Prince's suitcase? and where was yours? Then you pause . Does Prince have your suitcase ?. You don't know why , but the idea of prince going through your stuff made
you blush. You couldn't help it you run your hand across the material of the suit . It felt like silk.You pick up the necklace again. He must be missing these things, but how to get theses things back to him?. No matter how much you love the man's music you wouldn't keep his stuff. Plus if he had your stuff you need that back. You was about to close the case when you saw something sticking out the side of one of the pockets you pull it out and find a snickers bar. You smiled, you heard about his sweet tooth, now you had the the proof in you hands. All of sudden
you attention is turned to the t.v " Rock Star Prince is looking for his love symbol necklace, if you have any information please contact this number" . Well there it was, but would they believe you? . You decided that they would need proof . You went to the bathroom and made yourself look decent. Then you grab the necklace held the necklace up and took selfie picture and took a picture of the opened suitcase . You wrote a message " Came home to find I had the wrong suitcase, please contact me and I would be more then happy to return the suitcase" . Then you nervously hit the send button .