Sorry for the unnecessarily long wait. Here's chapter 8 (Rhyme fully intended)!
Kendall's POV
"Mom wants you, and she's mad," Katie had said. Now I was walking to her room. I opened the door and walked in, finding Mom sitting on the couch.
"Kendall, I was hoping you could explain this," she stated, holding up the tabloid.
I sighed. "Mom, it was nothing. We were getting ice cream, and tried to get away. Besides, Ivy and Jo already have a plan for some damage control."
She looked at me. "I know they do. They ran it by me before they told you. The only problem is that it would be difficult for everything to work out perfectly."
"Sorry Mom."
She smiled at me, a sad smile. "Me too. Why couldn't you just eat some from the gigantic freezer in the kitchen?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Because Gustavo hates my guts and won't let me within ten feet of the kitchen."
"So sneak in. I know you do that at night. Use one of the passageways."
I looked at her, shocked. "How?"
She laughed. "My security team is very good at what they do. And when your grandfather was king, I spent a lot of time in them."
I smiled too. "I should probably get going."
She waved her hand, agreeing. I walked back to my room, deep in thought. If I kept a low profile, people would probably forget. That meant staying in the palace. I could do that.
Ivy's POV
I sat back on my couch and sighed. My damage control idea had been well received, and it was going to be made reality. Hopefully, Kendall really liked this one, and stopped flirting with me. I know it's probably wishful thinking, but hey, I can dream, right? I looked out of my window and saw my calendar. Kendall had to give a speech really soon. I decided to focus all of my interests on the speech.
Two weeks later
Ivy's POV
Jo and I were running around, putting the finishing touches on the date of Kendall's speech. Suddenly, a servant ran up to me, handed me a note, and ran away. I read the note and groaned. Jo, hearing me, looked over to see what was wrong.
"What is it?" Jo asked.
"Look." I shoved the paper into her hands.
She cleared her throat and read aloud. "Dear Ivy, I know you're busy, but the TV station needs to be booked. Most are asking for exclusivity. I know you have to look over His Highness' speech, but can you do this please?"
She looked up at me, expecting something.
I took a deep breath. "The idiot told me he would take care of TV! And now that he's forgotten, he wants to put it on me gracefully. If this flops, I might have to go back to New York. All while he's safe with his massive salary and pension."
Jo, sensing how I was feeling, put an arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry. This won't flop. And that's because you have the best publicist in California here to help," she said. I smiled and took a deep breath. Normal, Icy-Ivy was back and in full effect. The first place to start? Mr. Jett Stetson, Chief Adviser of His Royal Highness Prince Kendall Francis Knight, heir apparent to the throne.
I quickly put my bluetooth earpiece on, and called Jett's office. A secretary picked up the phone.
"Office of Jett Stetson."
"Is Mr. Stetson in? This is Ivy Johnson."
"I'm sorry, he isn't. He usually goes home right now. Would you like me to try to call his house?"
"Of course."
I waited a moment, and saw Kendall coming. He ran over and stood beside Jo and I right before the secretary came back.
"Sorry, he didn't pick up. Is there anything else I can do?"
Did she eat stupid pills with her breakfast of something?
"Could you please call his cell phone?"
"Uh, well,-"
"And could you make it quick? I'm aging over here. I just got married, had four kids, and watched them graduate college."
"Right away, Miss Johnson."
She was clearly flustered. Kendall's shocked face was also taking away my focus.
"He picked up, but he's busy. He wants a message so he can back to you."
Jett did not just dump one of his jobs on me and then give me the cold shoulder.
"He wants a message? Here it is. You suck. Love, Ivy Lynn Johnson."
I hung up. Kendall was staring at me, his mouth open as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What? Jett dumped one of his jobs on me, and refuses to talk to me."
The look on his face changed.
"So let's go talk to my mom."
I rolled my eyes. "Kendall, we're all adults. Tattling will accomplish nothing. It only works for spoiled princes, and I'm not royal."
He smirked. "I can change the part about you not being royal pretty quickly, he said.
I snorted, unimpressed. "Flirt."
He shrugged. "Worth a try."
Jo tapped my shoulder. "I've got three major news networks in. I need a timeslot."
I looked at Kendall.
"Six thirty to eight."
Jo repeated it into the phone, and then hung up. "Well, we should know by tomorrow whether or not they're in. Let's hope we get them."
She looked at Kendall. "Shouldn't you be on a date with one of the suitors?"
He groaned. "Princess Heather. She's super clingy."
I laughed. "Clingy? She wants a ring."
Jo and I laughed as Kendall dejectedly walked away. Soon after, we each decided to go our separate ways. I went up to my room and flopped on the couch. Even though I was doing a lot more in California, I still felt like the same girl at Williams. And to add insult to injury, the strain and stress was killing me.
Just as I was about to take a nap, my phone rang. Jett.
"What now, Jett? Do you need me to become Kendall's adviser?"
"No, Ivy. I have a question."
"Well, let me tell you that I'm not pleased by your antics."
"What on earth were you trying to reach me for?"
"Jett, you dropped one of your jobs on me like a hot potato."
"Well, I didn't see how I could do it."
"Did you know, Jett, that the reservations are under my name? If this crashes and burns T.V.-wise, Jett, I could be sent back to New York."
"So?"
"I need this to go well. If this fails, I fail, and let me tell you, I don't cope well with failure."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry then. For putting my job on you."
I smiled. "Jett, it's never okay to lie."
And I hung up.
I'm not really in a good mood posting this. I posted the sequel to WTG yesterday, and got no reviews. Just a favorite. And a follow. Whatever. Hit the review button after you finish reading this!
