"You're supposed to be my friends," I complain, "and here you are completely betraying me." I shake my head in mock disappointment.
Andrew is teasing me and the best bit is my friends have all decided to join in.
"Oh, come on, Princess," Andrew winks at me as if that will fix everything, "you know you love it."
I bark out a laugh at that. I've never loved his teasing.
"I'm not a Princess," I mutter irritably.
He looks like he's going to argue but he doesn't. Then again, he doesn't really need to. His eyes are saying what he wants to say clear as day. I am a Princess. I am his.
My attention is pulled away when Michael chuckles. "I always thought it was an apt nickname to be honest."
"Why?" I ask, genuinely interested.
"Well the way you grew up," Mike tells me. "You kind of were a bit of a Princess."
"How was I?" I'm irritated but I don't want them to know it. I don't want to make my issues their problem.
"What with your dad being in politics, you always behaved perfectly."