Something that I needed to get out of my system before I started including Roman Holiday references in my school essays.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Out of all the things she could have said, "So happy" was all she could come up with? Why not "Nice to see you," or even "Charmed," like every other line she uttered to every other press man she had ever met. No, "So happy," was all she told him, when at that moment she was anything but.
And he knew it.
Damn him. She never cursed, either. But then, she had never done a lot of things.
Damn that smile. She had seen him at the front of the crowd, and he smiled. He smiled at her, and she knew that he knew that she knew that he had lied, just as he did when he knew that she knew that he knew she wasn't Anya "Smitty" Smith, and just as he did when she knew that he knew that...there wasn't time for this.
I'm sure I'll read about it in the dailies. She almost turned around to ask the Countess about the paper, when her mind registered that the elderly woman was already speaking.
"...Really, in all due respect, your Majesty, could you have been less diplomatic? 'Rome, by all means Rome'? I've no idea what you might possibly have been referring to unless it was that horrible stunt you pulled—" But it wasn't so horrible. I would much rather ride around Rome in a scooter than give boring speeches to tradesmen.
"Thank you," she interrupted. They stood still in the hallway. "I was caught up in the moment. I should not have said it. I am sorry."
"You do realize that Rome will now be touted as 'Princess Ann's Favorite City' and that at the end of your Goodwill tour you have brought about no Goodwill whatsoever due to that statement?" I didn't intend to do that.
"I do, and I am prepared for whatever the consequences may be," she said icily. She turned and began walking back into the reception room, with the Countess trailing behind her. "Are they all quite gone?" she asked the guard near the stage.
Was it a stage? It feels like one; the only stages I've seen are in theaters, but this one is high and spot-lit enough to be a stage.
"Yes, your Highness. There was one man who lingered about, but I think he has left." Joe. Joe with the elevator apartment and large pajamas.
"I think I'll walk around this house once more before I leave it." Beautiful, beautiful house, with so many angels. "If you are finished, that is," she said to the Countess.
The Countess looked at her for a moment before brushing past her.
"I'll just go pack your things, shall I?" No, wait.
"Countess, would you happen to know how much money it would take to go to America?" That was my question?
"You need hardly to concern yourself with such matters," was the reply. She watched the retreating figure.
"You have my permission to withdraw," she whispered.
Just to get this out there, I loved the ending of the movie, but if they had included Ann saying that last line right before she leave the press conference, just saying it to herself, I would have died with happiness.
Reveiw, please.