I would like to thank kittybookworm for her review. Honestly though, I try to have my chapters done within the week, so I can update them the following week. I try to update every week. I spend my own time writing up chapters. It literally takes 30 seconds of your time to write out a review. I can't waste time on work that isn't reviewed. I think 30 seconds of your time for a week of mine is more than fair. But you didn't come to read a rant. So here's the (undeserved) next chapter.

Third Person POV

Kendall sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours, before a nurse approached him. He stood up, hoping to hear good news.

"Your assistant, Ivy, she'll be fine," she began.

Kendall breathed out a sigh of relief.

"She's actually awake right now. You can go see her as long as you don't upset her."

Kendall quickly stood up and headed to Ivy's room. As he approached the door, he suddenly became nervous. With a pounding heart and shaky hands, he pushed the door open.

Ivy watched him walk in. "Hey," she said, sitting up.

Kendall smiled. "Glad you're okay."

"So am I. But Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"When I get out of here, tell your mother to clear a space in California's deepest, darkest prison, because I'm going to kill you."

Kendall smiled. "Something tells me you're going to be just fine."

The two laughed, but were interrupted by Kendall's phone. "Hold on."

Before long, Kendall hung up and looked at Ivy. "I have to go. Apparently I have a date with Princess Heather."

"Have fun. Oh, and be safe."

Kendall rolled his eyes before walking out.

Ivy sat back, but soon, her phone rang, interrupting the silence.

"Hello?"

Meanwhile, Kendall was dying for his date to be over. Heather was becoming more and more clingy.

"The view from here is amazing, but you make it better," she said, moving closer to him. The two were on the cliffs overlooking East Beach.

"Sure."

"Why are you always so distant on our dates, Kendall? Don't you like me? Did I do something to offend you? Are you mad at me?"

"Sure. Maybe if you were a little less...you. More businesslike, direct, not one who minces words, someone who doesn't care about my money. More like that."

"Did you just describe your assistant?"

"What? Of course not."

"Deny it all you want, Kendall, but you and I know the truth." She leaned in. "Do you actually like Ivy?"

"No."

"Liar. But we'll pretend that we never had that discussion."

Kendall rolled his eyes as the two continued to talk.

"Hello?" Ivy asked.

"Heard you got assaulted yesterday."

She smiled. "Hi Kyle. And it was more like Kendall got assaulted. I just jumped in to save his life."

"So how are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, actually. They stitched me up pretty well. How are you and Dad?"

"Pretty good. Uncle Derek asked for you. Told him you were on business in California."

"Good."

"Dad has a girlfriend."

"What? Dad doesn't fall in love. Is it Eileen?"

"Yeah."

"Always thought they had a thing. Anyway, I have to go. Tell Dad I said hi. Love you both."

"Bye."

The call ended, and Ivy tried to remember what happened after she collapsed. As much as she tried, she couldn't remember much. She remembered Kendall screaming her name, and someone holding her. Holding her kindly and gently. It had been a man, she was sure of that, but who it was, she had no idea, and no way of finding out.

Ivy concluded that he was a medic, because she faintly remembered being examined before the ambulance came. She also remembered being covered, but she had no idea if she actually was, or she imagined it. She tried to imagine a face, but when she thought, all she saw was Kendall.

Ivy shook her head and continued thinking. Were the people that attacked her still at large? The though made Ivy feel scared, before quickly shaking it off. If they were brought to trial, would she have to testify?

A knock sounded on the door, bringing Ivy out of her thoughts. It was Camille, Baroness of Los Angeles.

"To what do I owe the honor of the Baroness visiting me?" Ivy asked.

Camille rolled her eyes after walking in. "Are you crazy? The real honor is being in the same hospital as a national heroine. Here," she said, showing her a newspaper.

The headline read, "BREAKING NEWS: Prince Kendall's assistant, Ivy Johnson, has been hospitalized after saving his life."

Ivy put the paper down and shook her head. "Wow. How do these things get out?"

Camille shrugged. "Who cares? You're a hero! And because of this recent development, I also predict that Jo will walk through this door."

She was right. Jo came rushing in. "Ivy, did you see this poll?" she asked, showing her the same newspaper. The poll asked how Californians felt about the way she was doing her job. Since Kendall's major speech, her approval ratings had been climbing, but weren't really good. Now 67% said they approved.

"Sixty-seven percent, Ivy! You could run for public office with those kinds of numbers," Jo exclaimed.

"So?"

"So take advantage. Now you can take real power, because most of California likes you! You could even approve your own citizenship request! You're powerful, and you're popular. And you've made my job easier. Kendall's approval ratings will skyrocket too! Thanks, Ivy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to plan," she said, running out of the room.

Camille and Ivy looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "So, what really happened?" asked Camille. Ivy shrugged. "Four people asked for Kendall's watch, but he refused, so they started swinging. I took two, he took two, and I got stabbed. We beat them up, and I passed out. That's all I remember clearly."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence as the two tried to keep a conversation going.

"How's the whole dating thing going?" Ivy asked.

"It's okay," Camille said.

"In the U.S., we have this show called the Bachelor, where a single guy picks a wife from thirty women. This whole date a bunch of suitors thing reminds me of that."

Camille nodded. "Makes sense. But that's the way it's been. Even if California is fully developed, it's still a very traditional country."

Ivy nodded.

"But it's not all bad. I mean, the whole dating thing sucks. His Highness should be able to choose whoever he wants. But being a traditional, simple country means people are closer."

Ivy nodded as she and Camille continued to talk, until visiting hours were over.

Not sure how I feel this chapter. Anyway, I published the first chapter of my sequel to WTG (my last story). It's called Did I Ever Really Know Her. Be sure to check that out and review. If you review both this and the sequel, I'll review all of your stories. Sound fair? Then go do your part and I'll do mine. Remember to review! I'll be waiting to start.