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opened the door for them.
    “Thank you,” she said as she got into the car.
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    F rancesca stared at her clothes, as she contemplated what to wear on her dinner date with Jacques. The night had finally arrived and she had no choice but to go. She ran her hand through her light brown hair. She did not want to dress up too much. He would think she put in too much effort for him. At the same time, she did not want to look like she did not put in any effort at all. He had paid 70,000 euros.
    She finally decided on a peach sleeveless dress with a boat neck. The dress hugged her breasts tightly and gently flared from under her breasts to her knees. She wore diamond studs and pinned her hair up. Her makeup was very subtle, creating a natural look. Lastly, she slipped on white three-inch heels.
    Macee walked into her quarters just as she was about to leave. “Are you going like that?” Macee asked her.
    “What is wrong with this?” Francesca raised her eyebrows.
    “You look lovely and sophisticated.”
    “But?”
    “But not for a date.”
    “I still wonder how it is that you are going to be the queen.”
    Macee laughed. It was true. Her dress sense was not elegant enough. Luckily, she had people to help her with that. “But you are not, and your dress is much too matronly for you,” she added.
    “I am not changing. Besides it's not like I need to impress anyone,” Francesca replied and headed out of the room.
    “Have fun,” Macee called out behind her.
    When Francesca stepped out of the palace, there was a car waiting for her. It surprised her, not that she did not have her own driver but it was kind of him. The driver opened the door for her as she got in wondering where he was taking her.

Chapter 8
    F rancesca arrived at her destination just over half an hour later. She was surprised to be at the harbour. As she got out of the car, she saw Jacques standing by a yacht. He was wearing light grey tailored trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She paused to admire him. She had to admit that he really is good looking in a rugged sort of way. He did not carry himself like many of the other men around court. He seemed more rugged, like someone who was not afraid to get dirty.
    “Good evening, Miss LeBlanc,” he said as she approached him.
    “Good evening,” she replied, as she took his offered hand and he helped her onto his boat. “We are going to dine on a boat?” she asked as she looked around. The yacht was impressive.
    Nodding his head, “Yes, I thought that we could dine on my boat this evening.”
    Francesca raised her eyebrows, “Your boat?” she asked.
    “You are surprised?”
    “I am.”
    “These are all my boats,” he told her as he pointed to the boats clustered nearby. “I build boats in my spare time,” he said matter-of-factly. 
    “Wow, do you really?” Francesca was surprised, pleasantly surprised. The boat started moving away from the slip, as the captain got the yacht underway.
    “Yes, ever since I was seventeen,” he said as he led her to the deck.
    “That is impressive. How did you get into it?”
    “Since I was a child, I’ve enjoyed sailing. When I was a teen, I completed my first boat,” Jacques smiled. He could still remember it.
    “I bet it was small.” 
    He laughed. “It was a small one,” he said.
    “What did you do with it?”
    “I still have it,” Lord Jacques replied as he looked at Francesca. She was actually smiling. That was the first time he had seen her smile around him and he realized that he wanted to see more of it. “Come with me.” He led her over to a table with a white tablecloth laid out with fine china and crystal glasses. Lord