His name is Royal, but he is not a handsome prince. He has nothing to do with princes at all, although you can probably say that I once loved him. He is my older brother's best friend. While we were growing up, Royal dined with us every Saturday, teasing me mercilessly and pretending that I annoyed him. When I was old enough, he took me on the first date of my life. Royal taught me how to drive. Accompanied to the prom. Gave me my first kiss... among other things. With him, I experienced the taste of first, all-consuming and amazing love with sleepless nights. We had a whole life ahead of us. For me there were no other guys except him. But he suddenly disappeared. No letters, no explanations, no banal “bye.” My brother and sisters never forgave him, and my parents forbade us to say his name in our house. We basically started pretending that Royal Lockhart never existed. I've spent the last seven years trying in vain to forget my first love, but just when it seemed like I could move on, guess who came back to town?