"Too bad you don't want to get up, hm." Oliver, who was dressed more casually, tried to wake the sleeping princess.

''What time is it?" Alexa rubbed her eyes. Alexa just remembered they were still on Oliver's private plane.

''5 am In about an hour, we'll be in Paris.'' Oliver walked over to the nightstand, where there was a glass of warm milk and a sandwich.

''Paris? Really.'' Alexa, who was still semi-conscious, was trying to gather her life, which still hadn't returned to her body completely.

''Yep, I've said this before, only you didn't listen. I understand you're getting old.'' Oliver brought his lips close to kiss Alexa, but...