I stretched out on the bed, slightly confused at first at my surrounding before I remembered I had slept over at Trish's house. We had decided to have one of our infamous sleepovers last night after we had apologized to each other. We had stayed up all night watching horror movies, giving each other manicures (which probably wasn't a good idea since we'd both jump and get nail polish everywhere during scary scenes), and gossiping. Mostly about Austin.

"I give myself some credit for it," she had told me, trying to multitask the gossiping and concentrating on painting my nails a pastel pink. Apparently her and Austin had a chat about it when they went bowling and she had convinced him to confess his feelings.

I sat up in bed, looking over Trish's motionless body to see that her alarm clock read 1 o' clock in the afternoon. Had we really slept in that late? I went across the room to my duffel bug and grabbed my cellphone.

1 text from Austin three hours ago:

Hey babe. You up? :)

Babe. The pet name made my heart flutter.

Just now :), I texted back quickly.

Three missed calls from grandma, all of them expanding from two hours ago to ten minutes ago. I decided to call back since I didn't want her to freak out or anything. It only rang twice before her assistant answered and transferred my call over to her.

"Queen Clarice," she answered, her voice somehow both assertive and welcoming at the same time.

"Hey Grammy," I answered, letting out a yawn. "What's up?"

"Well for one thing, you should always answer your calls. I don't know why you insist having a phone if you don't answer." She spoke like my mother. "Now, what I needed to tell you. Tonight we will be expecting the prince of Radalcia for dinner ,so I expect you promptly at the estate at six. Understood?"

"Crystal clear," I responded, hanging up eagerly to tell the news to Trish. I jumped up onto the bed, only slightly moving her , so I decided to jump on her instead.

"Ow," she screeched, rolling her body and dropping me on the floor, "What the hell was that?"

"That was me trying to wake you up and failing," I responded from the ground, picking myself up and rubbing my knee where I had landed on. "My grandmother just called me. She said that some prince is coming for dinner. I'm gonna meet a prince!"

We both started squealing and jumping up and down. After I helped Trish clean up her room, I grabbed my things and went to the mall to shop for something to wear for the evening. I had learned that shopping with someone else only made things harder since no one ever agreed with my fashion choices. Fortunately, I had learned through the years what looked best on me ,so I always tried to shop alone.

I walked into Always Dressy, a high class dress shop that was located at the end of the mall since hardly anyone could afford it. Thankfully, my grandmother had opened up a tab with that store and many others upon my princess lessons ,so I could easily walk in the store, get what I wanted, and leave without worrying about paying anything.

As soon as I walked into the store I was greeted by the breezy scent of lilac in the air. The large room had a classic chandelier hanging from the ceiling and creating a romantic atmosphere. Dresses of all colors and styles are displayed on mannequins across the store and a saleswoman between each of them to bring you the requested size.

I walked around the store, noticing every precise detail of each dress. I had never interacted with any one else royal and I wanted to make a good first impression. And as my grandmother said during princess lessons, although image isn't everything, it is what makes the first impression.

Finally I found it. A simple white, floor length dress. The hemline of the bodice had tiny crystals and hugged the mannequin tightly then flowed easily from the hips. I asked a sales associate for a size two then scattered to the nearest dressing room. Once it was on, I knew it was the one. I had found the perfect dress.

I sat anxiously in the family room, as did everyone else, for the prince to arrive. As it turns out, he would not only be staying for dinner ,but also for the next week. The idea of escorting a prince around Miami for the next week excited me.

Half past seven one of Clarice's securities announced that the prince had arrived. We both stood up, as rehearsed, and waited at the door way to greet him.

A teenage boy about my age, maybe a year older, appeared in a dashing suit and tie. His haircut looked as it worth a thousand bucks and his smile was ravishing. He was handsome to say the least.

"Prince Elliot, Welcome to Miami," my grandmother greeted, extending her had to him to which he bowed.

"Thank you for welcoming me," he replied.

"Welcome to Miami, Prince Elliot," I greeted, curtsying and then extending my hand. He grabbed my hand and laid a soft kiss upon it.

"You can call me Elliot, Princess Allyson," he replied charmingly.

"Well if we're on a first name basis, you can call me Ally."

School is out and I am now a teacher's assistant at summer school, which means four hours of stapling papers. Which is good because now I have time to update this fic! :)

I hope you liked this chapter. I have a feeling you'll hate me in future ones.