In the evening, I dance with Princess Anne on the dance floor made up of several barges. The tune changes to a slower one/The music changes to a slower piece. She rests her head on my right shoulder, closes her eyes and smiles. She looks up at me and says to me, “Hello.” I look down at her and reply to/answer her, “Hello.” Now, she rests her head against my chest and continues dancing with me. She looks dreamy. I wonder if she is imagining that I am her ideal prince. I wouldn’t mind being a prince.

As the band finishes this slower piece, she and I walk over to one side of the floor. She says to me, “You’ve spent the whole day doing things I’ve always wanted to,” and asks, “Why?” I can’t help feeling guilty. She continues, “I have never met anyone not just so kind but also so completely unselfish.” I can’t look into her eyes any more. I look over to the other side of the floor, motioning to her, “Let’s have a drink at the bar.”

Then, a cheerful Italian man goes up to her while saying, “Oh! Finalmente. There you are!” He is the hairdresser who cut her hair this morning. He introduces himself as Mario De Lani. He asks me whether I mind if he dances with her. Of course, I don’t mind. He is not only a savior /a dues ex machina for me but also an important target! I watch them dancing for a moment and write down his name in my notebook. Irving arrives at the perfect timing! My quick explanation about the situation convinces him. Then he exclaims excitedly, ‘A princess and a barber!” There is no doubt people will love this kind of story accompanied with sensational pictures. We must make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime chance! He takes photo after photo! It is as if we’d already got that five grand the editor-in-chief promised or even more than that! Irving and I drink a toast to our success. "Cheers!"