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Vanessa’s breaths were getting shorter, her head felt dizzy. She felt as if she was being smothered. Was she having a panic attack? She sat down on a bench and waited for it to pass, prayed for it to pass.
     
    “Ok, I’m not feeling better. I’m feeling worse,” Vanessa said out loud to herself after a while and suddenly jumped in terror as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and gave it a look. It was Alex. She couldn’t talk to him, she couldn’t talk to anybody, not right now.
    A moment later, the phone told her that she had a new message. Looking at the display, she scrolled down to read it.
     
    “Vanessa! Where are you baby? I’m waiting for you. Love you. Alex.”
     
    She almost wanted to burst into tears. But... she wouldn’t! “ Love you?” How could he say that after humiliating her like this? She thrusted her phone in her purse and got to her feet again. She began walking faster and faster, weaving through the pedestrians, ignoring the strange looks she got. Her head was pounding and she had no idea where she was going, but she just couldn’t stop walking. She wanted to flee. Vanessa walked in what felt like hours. With her head in a daze, her feet had moved on their own along the sidewalk. The sun was beating down and after a while, her head started to throb. At some point here mobile vibrated again but she ignored it. At last, when her legs had started to ache, she slowed down and came to a halt. Her mouth was dry, she was totally dehydrated, she needed water. She looked up and around trying to figure out her location. Somehow, she’d seemed to have reached the Marina. Of all places! She’d been walking up and down the steep streets of Monte-Carlo, just to end up at the harbor, almost on the same spot where the boat-boy had dropped her off earlier that morning.
    Again, Vanessa sunk down on a bench but this time she couldn’t fight back her tears.
     
    This was what you got from trusting people. She had tried so hard to trust him and when she did, this was what she got in return. She’d made a fool of herself, laying in bed at the B&B waiting for a prince who instead of signing papers concerning his best friends hypothetically being on life-support, partied with playboy girls and snorting cocaine. Who was he? Not the Prince Charming he had pretended to be at least, that was for sure. She had to get away from him. She couldn’t stay here any longer. This was it, this was the end. Her thoughts rambled through her head as she sobbed and gathered herself. She had to talk to Kat. She fished out her phone and dialed her best friend’s number.
     
    “Darling! How are you?’ What’s up with that Prince of yours?” Kats cheerful voice felt like a comforting blanket and she began sobbing uncontrollably.
     
    “Vanessa! What happened? Please tell me,” Kat urged from the other side of the line.
     
    “I, I...” Vanessa didn't know where to begin and she sobbed even harder. “I want to go home!” she finally managed to say in between sobs. “I just want to go home!” As she said the words aloud, she realized it was the only right thing to do. She had to leave. It had all been just a dream, too good to be true. 
     
    Sobbing heavily Vanessa told Kat what she just had seen in the magazine. Kat was as outraged as she was, perhaps even more.
     
    “That son of a bitch! He’s not worth you! Please come home, I miss you.”
     
    Vanessa managed to calm down a bit and despite her despair, she felt comforted knowing she had something to go home too.
     
    ‘“Oh God Kat, what shall I do? “
     
    “You will take the next flight back to New York and get away from that douchebag, that's what you should do!”
     
    “Right,” Vanessa swallowed. “Yes you’re right.”
     
    Somehow, it all sounded better in theory. The idea of actually going on a plane to NY and leave Alex behind scared her.
     
    “Well, hmm,” Vanessa tried to win time.
     
    “I don’t know how I’m supposed