"I-I'm sorry." Amy stammered.

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault, um...I'm sorry I didn't quite get your name." Jake said.

"Amelia... Amy Cahill."

"Amy. If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I completely ruined your dress!"

"It's OK, your majesty." Amy said shyly.

"Call me Jake. I insist." Amy's cheeks turned rouge, which seemed to amuse Jake. He did a total-Kabra like smirk. Wow, it must run in the family, Amy thought.

"I-I must be going now." Amy said uncomfortably. She really wasn't used to being around handsome princes.

"And I must too." Jake said charmingly. He took Amy's soft hand and kissed the top of it. "Pleasure meeting you, Amy Cahill. Hope I see you again...soon."

The girl blushed again.

"He was actually nice?! And he kissed you too?!" Falon interjected, taking Amy by the shoulders and rocking her back to forth.

"It wasn't a real kiss. His lips barely touched my hand."

"He was polite to you! A Kabra was actually polite to you! It's so obvious Jake has a thing for you!"

"Falon, he was just being polite. I seriously think you're over reacting."

"Am I, Amy? Am I really?"

"Yes, Falon. You are. Now, anyway, what's the real reason you called me here?" Amy said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Ah. That. First, why don't you throw this on?" Falon said, handing Amy a dress. Amy held it up in front of herself. It was a cream colored ball gown with net sleeves and a v-shaped neck. The bottom was fluffy, while, the upper region was completely white, and had beautiful brown embroidery on it. Amy gasped.

"Falon! It's beautiful!"

"Thanks. It took me about two days to complete it."

"You made this?"

"Yup. Whenever I find out there's going to be a ball, I always make a fancy dress."

"Why?"

"To sneak in, of course. That's what we are going to do today. We are going to sneak in, and pretend to be princesses from some bogus land. The plan works every time. They don't even bother to check which place I'm from, and I go in as a different person at each ball." Falon said casually, like she was telling Amy about tonight's dinner menu.

"What? Seriously?"

"Yup. And today, Amy, I'm going to take you with me. So, quick put on the dress and show me how it looks on you."

"Falon-I'm not going to do this. Plus, if I wear this dress, then what about you? And it may not even be my size."

"Oh, I'll just wear something I've worn before. It's not like Isabel's going to notice or anything. And I'm pretty sure you're the same size as me. Now, enough chit-chatting! Put the dress on!"

Amy sighed, and walked inside the changing room, closing the door behind her. She just couldn't say no to Falon.

"I look stupid right?" Amy asked, stepping out of the changing room. Falon squealed.

"Ames! You look so pretty!"

"Yeah right." Amy said rolling her eyes. Falon knew Amy wouldn't believe her, so she grabbed Amy's hand and dragged her to a mirror installed on the wall.

"See for yourself." Amy glanced at her reflection at the mirror and her emerald eyes widened. She actually looked...pretty. "See...I told ya."

"OK, fine. I may look OK, but,"

"OK? You look gorgeous."

"Well, first of all, thank you, and second of all, I still think this is a bad idea." Amy said disapprovingly.

"Oh, c'mon, Amy! I did all this for you! I wanted to make you experience an actual ball."

"You just wanted to gorge on the hors d'oeuvres." Amy said, raising her eyebrows.

"Are we going or not?"

"Um...OK. Fine. Just this once."

"Yeah!" Falon squealed, hugging Amy.

Ian stood in front of his mirror, examining himself from head to toe. He was checking himself at every angle, carefully studying the fine details of his China imported silk suit. It was a deep blue color with golden flecks at every corner. Ian smirked at his reflection. He looked amazing. But, of course, that was nothing new. A knock on the door interrupted Ian's thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" Ian said, an irritated look on his face as he opened the door for his cousin.

"Now come on, Ian, is that any way to talk to your cousin?" Jake said smugly.

"No, but that is the way to talk to my mortal enemy. What do you want, Jake? I need to finish getting ready."

"I just wanted to ask you about that redhead chick who works at your palace. I guess she's new though. I didn't see her the last time I was here."

"Who? Sophie? She's,"

"No, the one with the green eyes...what's her name...I forgot,"

"Amy? As in, Amy Cahill?"

"Yeah...she's the one. She's cute, if you like that sorta thing. Which, by the way I do."

"She's just some peasant mom appointed as my personal maid."

"Oh, you mean she's available?"

"Yes, but I think it would be better if you stay away from her."

"Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"Because, it would never work. You really think your dad's going to let you be with a mere peasant."

"Who says I'm going to be with her? I just want to have some fun, that's all."

"What do you mean, fun...?"

"Oh, I think we both know what I mean." Ian didn't like the wicked glint in Jake's eyes.

Sorry for the short chapter, but it got really late!

-The G.W.