Hi everyone! I'm UnwrittenMemory back with another story (hopefully one that I'll continue). I'm trying to get back into the writing game, so I present to you my new story about a girl who is just down on her luck, trying to save her family's business, and possibly finding love along the way. There are three romances in this story, at least there are three in my mind of who it's going to be. Anyway, please R&R!

The young brunette woman kept her head to the dark, rain-stained pavement as she walked slowly towards her destination, trying to keep her excitement in check. For the first time in her's and her family's career, they received this high of a profile for a client at their shop. She had to be careful not to ruin their meal if she wanted to get the payment for it. No. She didn't want the payment, they needed it. She held it closely to her chest, it's warmth kept the heat in her body in this chilly weather. She took one more step on the cobblestone and looked up in front of her, she reached the large iron gates and she pressed the button, hoping it would open the door.

"State your name." A young man asked through the speaker at the gates.

"Angela, I'm here from the restaurant?" She questioned softly, nervously, quietly as if the man on the other line wouldn't believe her... She didn't want it to show, but her voice cracked under the pressure. 'What if he hates it? We'll be ruined...'

"You may enter." His voice was cool, almost breathless. She wondered if he was the butler.

The copper colored, iron gates opened slowly. She expected them to creak, but they must've been very well oiled. She stepped in and continued up the driveway looking around at the landscaping. There were men and women out there, in the freezing cold weather, trimming the bushes and mowing the lawn, even though the grass didn't really grow at this time of the year. She pulled her hat down over her ears and tightened her scarf, her boots clodded along the stone. Angela reached the steps and quickly jogged up them. Her nose was now red, and the first snowfall of the year fell down out of the grayed sky.

She knocked on the door, loudly and firmly. 'I must assert my presence if I want them to remember our food.' She began to think and knocked once more onto the door. It opened quickly.

The man bowed. 'Must be the man from the speaker.' She looked at him. His clothes were of fine quality and really brought out his silver hair. 'He shouldn't be much older than me.' She thought looking softly at his appearance. It seemed at one point he was a carefree man, but now his face was stained with worry wrinkles.

"The Young Master has been waiting for you." He said, voice cold as ice, yet soft as if he was worried about an impending doom, though wanting to stay professional at the same time. "Please come in and follow me, Miss." He waved his hand in front of his body, motioning her to come in and follow.

"Yes..." She said, and bowed as she walked through the door admiring the workmanship put into the house... No, the mansion. She shut her wide-opened mouth, and quickly wiped the drool coming off of her chin. Never once in her life, even though she lived in this town for the whole of it, had she been here, to Castanet Castle. She had heard the stories though, of the people who lived here. She wondered if they were true. Prince's were always, kind... Right?

He took her through the elegant halls and up the vintage staircase. Finally they reached another pair of doors, similar to the ones at the opening. The butler finally broke the silence. "One moment, Miss." He knocked on the door once before opening it and walking in. He turned left and bowed. "Young Master. Your food has arrived." He said, motioning Angela to come in. She nodded, her heart pounding, just as it was when she first heard the news. Somehow, it felt more real, it seemed as though it would fly out of her chest and onto the floor. She would be delivering her family's food to the prince of Castanet. Slowly and carefully she walked through as the butler left, closing the door behind him. She turned to the left and walked into the large room.

There sat two men. One of which she recognized immediately. He was always on the new and talk-shows as he shared the secrets and plans of what his family was doing with the world. She didn't feel a bit starstruck, however since he wanted to eat her food, she was happy. The prince, Prince Gill, sat there with his legs crossed staring at her as if waiting for her to speak. Again, she bowed, a sign of respect in her town. "Prince Gill, we've specially made and prepared this for you." He waved her off and reached for the food in her hand.

The handsome man next to him just kept his head down, he didn't even bother to look at Angela. Prince Gill opened the container and smelled it's contents. "See Chase, I knew this place too, would only serve garbage."

Angela's face lit up red in anger. 'Garbage?! He didn't even taste it!' He tossed the package to the ground and the brunette scrambled to pick up the pieces. 'Chase' stayed silent. "You can take your leave now." Gill stated, not even looking in her direction, but past her to the television. Angela stood up and walked over to him.

To everyone's surprise, she began to shove the food into his mouth, and stepped back. "I don't care whether or not you are royalty. From what I can tell, you are the one who is garbage." She stepped back and stared firmly at him.

Angrily, he stood and spat the food out at her. "Don't you know who I am, poor-girl? You all are the same, I try to be nice and order from your run-down restaurant and this is how you repay me?! Who do you think you are?"

"Compared to your status I may be nothing. But to your personality, I'm a shining star."

"I'd watch that tone. You'll regret it" He threatened. She knew she was out of line, but like everyone else in her neighborhood warned, he was a jerk and he stopped at nothing to show that he was the best. Angela didn't tolerate that kind of behavior. "Chase, let's go." He called and stepped past her, ears still steaming. 'No one has ever talked to me like that before, she'll pay.' Chase looked apologetic, but said nothing and followed him to the door.

She waited there for a moment, taking in what she had done, and turned to leave. A certain silver haired young man stood in her way. "Miss Angela, the Young Master has told me to show you your way out. Please follow me." He looked to her with a sad face and walked.

"Sir." She called. "Do you have to deal with this deal everyday?" He stopped, as if to think.

"Let me answer with a question. Did you not come here to do what you need in order to pay for the necessities of this world? Master Gill may be harsh, but I was once in your situation, and now I owe a debt to this household. I have to be here to save my family, so whether or not he is cruel or harsh, I have to deal with it. End of story." He continued walking, not once did he look back to her, he didn't even bid her farewell when she left. Angela decided not to say another word as well.

"How did it go?" Her family asked excitedly when she walked into the door of her family's small, one bedroom apartment.

"I don't think he'll be ordering from us again..." She stated, adverting her eyes. She took off her coat and scarf and hung them on the metal prong hanging by the door. Angela wasn't mad things had gone down that way, she was mad that she disappointed her family and couldn't represent her food in a better light to the Prince. She expected it to go that way however, apparently he had been doing that to all the family-owned restaurants in her neighborhood. Good things don't happen to poor people, she knew this, especially not her her town.

"I'm sorry, mother and father." She said, bowed, and walked silently to her room for the night.

She woke up in the morning to loud noise coming from her window. A crowd of people were surrounding her store which attached to the bottom of her apartment. Dressing quickly, and grabbing her winter coat by the door she ran down the stairs.

"You have to tell me where she is, I have orders from the royal family." Said a familiar voice.

"We can-" Her father began and Angela walked through the door leading to the restaurant.

"Y-you...!" She half-yelled. "What are your doing here?" She asked the man she only knew as 'the butler'.

"Miss Angela, I have orders from the prince to bring you to the mansion today." He said, as if the situation was familiar to him. He adverted his eyes to the ground. "You must come, immediately."

He sounded urgent. Reluctantly, she followed. "I'll be back." She said to her parents, who were beaming with excitement in the background, probably thinking her and the prince would get married and bring their family out of the slumps.

Okay guys! Hope you liked it! Again, please R&R! Sorry it's kind of short.