That simple word—meaningful—triggered it. “I already have an idea. I’m going to start an internship program at our secondary schools.”

“What does that entail, exactly?”

At least her mother sounded interested. “If I hadn’t worked in the lab every summer, I would never have discovered my love of chemistry, which led to my passion for perfume. I would have taken the core requirement classes and probably chosen English Literature or business.”

“You make a good point. I majored in Sociology, having no idea whatsoever how that translated into real-world jobs.”

“Exactly. Students have no idea what it means to be a lawyer or a plumber, a mechanic or a graphic artist. So, if we give them exposure, they’ll have a more solid understanding of what they want to do with their lives. It will also give them references and job leads for when they graduate.”

“That’s an excellent idea.”

“And, since you want us in the forefront of the people’s minds for the next month, you can send out a press release saying that Princess Rosalina and Marcel Allard will be announcing their newly founded philanthropy at the Jubilee.” Her mom’s silence filled her with doubt. “Not good enough? It gives the impression we’re still together and that we’re building a future, but it’s not a lie because I will be launching that philanthropy.” Just not with him.

“Yes,” her mother said. “It’s enough.”

“Then why are you so quiet?”

“Because it breaks my heart that such an intelligent, talented woman is not able to run this country. That a man, who is most certainly not her equal, has more power and will make the decisions that impact not only St. Christophe but our family business. I admire you, darling, and while I would prefer it if you came home and made things easier for your father and me, you wouldn’t be the woman you are if you did.”

“Thank you.” But she remained uneasy. “Do you think Father will agree? I don’t want to add to his stress.”

“You didn’t create this situation, Marcel did. And there will be no peace for either of us until after the vote.”

Finally, the driver found a patch of worn dirt that served as a turn-out and maneuvered the car back towards the highway. She sat up straighter, dying to text Brodie. I’m coming back.

“You’re a blessing, Rosalina.” Her mother let out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t say I’m happy about any of this. I’d much prefer to be planning your wedding right now, but in any event, please understand that we won’t be announcing the end to your engagement, so it is critical for you to maintain your dignity. Even in a little cowboy town five thousand miles away, you’re still the princess of St. Christophe and, as far as the world is concerned, you’re happily engaged.”