Prudence was alone in her room, and she was looking out the window. She was thinking about the kiss that Paul gave her earlier. She couldn't believe that it was her first kiss! And she couldn't believe that she had her first kiss with the world's famous Paul McCartney! She was feeling like the luckiest and happiest girl in the world! She was very happy and delighted about it, and wanted to tell Christian and her friends. Wait, what? Tell Christian that she kissed Paul McCartney? That sounds like a very bad idea. She decided to keep the secret to herself, and perhaps tell about the kiss to her grandchildren.
She heard her friends coming in through the door, and she walked out of her room. She saw Emma and Beth talking loudly, but she didn't see Pattie.
"Where's Pattie, girls?" she asked them.
"I don't know," said Emma.
"I thought she's with you?" asked Beth with an eyebrow raised.
"She was with me until John asked me to talk to him," answered Prudence. "Anyway, she'll be back. She's with George, I assume."
"Yes, she'll be back," Emma agreed, and then she and Beth continued their conversation.
Prudence heard that they were talking about some young gentleman, and said that he was very handsome and all. She was very curious who he was, and she bravely asked them who he was.
"Who is he?" she asked as she sat down on the chair across the television.
"He's just a lad we met earlier in the dining room," said Emma. Clearly, she was in love with the lad. Prudence noticed how Emma spoke about him.
"And he has a very nice name!" said Beth. "The name suits him perfectly!"
"What's his name?" asked Prudence again as she sat on the couch.
"His name is Jonathan, and he is very well-mannered," said Emma with a dreamy sigh, and her lovely eyes twinkled. "He's a Biology student in University of London!"
"Handsome, polite, and smart," said Beth with a smile. "The perfect man for Emma Kingsley."
Emma chuckled.
"What were you doing in your room, Prudence?" asked Beth kindly with a friendly smile on her face.
Prudence looked at Beth with a puzzled look. "What?" she asked.
"What were you doing in your room?" Beth asked again.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and sat straight. She remembered that she was feeling not well, so she decided to go back to her room. Pattie was going to walk her to the room, but they met George in the hotel lobby.
"I was resting, of course," she said with a nervous chuckle and a fake smile. "I was all by myself in the room. And I was reading a very good book I brought from home. It's a classic book, you wouldn't like it."
"Okay," said Beth, and she continued talking with Emma about Jonathan.
Prudence leaned her head, and looked up to the ceiling. She wanted to meet Paul again, and just go around the city of London with him—just the two of them. Well, perhaps, he should wear a disguise so he wouldn't attract many attentions of his fans.
She stood up from the couch, and walked towards the door.
"I'm going to have a walk around the hotel for a while," she said as she opened the door.
"Okay." Answered Beth and Emma.
She walked out, and accidentally closed the door really loud. She was very startled, and she jumped when the door closed. She walked down the hallway, and pressed the down button of the lift. She waited for a minute, and the doors opened. She walked in, and pressed a button. A few seconds later, she was in the hotel lobby. There were screaming girls outside the hotel, and she looked at them with an eyebrow raised. There were tears on their faces, and they brought pictures of The Beatles. She walked to the front desk, and met with the hotel concierge, Mr. Scott.
"Good morning, Ms. Lester," he greeted her with a friendly smile on his face. He was around forty years old, but he still looked around thirty years old. Prudence wanted to know what his secret was.
"Good morning, Mr. Scott," she said as she leaned her elbows against the desk. "Can I know where my father is filming? The room, I mean."
"On the fifth floor, room 107," he said.
"Thank you, Mr. Scott," she thanked him as she stood straight.
"You're welcome, Ms. Lester," he said kindly.
She walked back to the lift, and went up to the fifth floor. She walked to her left, and searched for room 107. It was easy to find the room, because the door was opened and there were cameras inside. She walked in, and saw her father talking to Paul, John, and Ringo. He was asking them where George was, and they told him where he was.
"He'll be back, Dick," said John with his smirk. "We'll just give him a few minutes."
Suddenly, Prudence felt someone's presence beside her. She glanced to her left, and saw George. He had quite a messy hair, and there were lipstick marks on his face.
"George!" she said with a soft voice so Mr. Lester, John, Paul, and Ringo wouldn't here. "You look like a mess!"
"I do?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said, and she dragged him away from the door. She found a mirror beside the lift, and she showed him what he looked like.
"Oh, my! I do look like a mess!" he said with a chuckle.
She grabbed a napkin from her pocket, and gently wiped the marks away from his face. He stood still and waited to be clean again.
"There, all better," she said with a sigh, and put her napkin inside her pocket. She fixed his hair (with his permission, of course) with her fingers, and he was all neat and tidy again.
"Thank you, Prudence," he thanked her with a handsome smile.
"You're welcome, George," she said to him kindly. "Where were you?"
"I was having breakfast with Pattie," he said.
"Oh, okay," she said. "Let's go back to the room."
"Let's."
They both walked to the room, and walked in.
"There he is, Lester!" said John while pointing his long finger at George. Paul, Ringo, and Mr. Lester glanced at George.
"George, where were you?" asked Mr. Lester.
"I was having breakfast," said George.
"And what are you doing here, Prudence?" asked Mr. Lester to his daughter.
She looked at him. "I wanted to stay here, because I'm very bored in the room," she said.
"Why don't you go out and shop with your friends?" he asked her.
"You know that I don't like shopping," she said. "You know that shopping is a torture for me."
"Right," he said with a nod. "Yes, I know, dear. You can sit behind the camera as long as you won't disturb."
"Thank you, father," she thanked him, and sat on the chair behind the camera. She saw Paul smiling at him, and she smiled at him back.
She waited there patiently. She was waiting for the next ten minutes break. She was watching Paul act. He was sitting on the piano, and just messing around with the piano keys. John and Ringo kept on messing the lines, and Mr. Lester was quite infuriated. He decided to have a ten minutes break. Prudence immediately stood up from the chair, and walked to the piano, where Paul was.
"Hello, love," he said to her with a handsome smile on his face.
"Hello, Paul," she said to him and sat beside him.
"Are you bored?" he asked her.
"No, I'm not," she said. "I'm having a grand time, even though I'm just sitting there."
"Would you like to do something?" he asked her.
"Like what?" she asked him with a shy smile.
"Like—"
Suddenly, there were loud screams of girls. They all looked at the opened balcony, and saw John there waving at his lovely fans. Paul stood up, and dragged John away from the balcony.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Paul demanded.
"I was just greeting the fans, Paul," John answered.
"You can greet your fans later, John," said Brian with his arms crossed. "Now stop fooling around."
"I'm not fooling around, Brian," said John with a smirk, and sat again on the sofa.
Paul walked back to Prudence, and sat beside her.
"Like what, Paul?" she asked him.
"Like going to the rooftop of the hotel," he said. "Just the two of us."
She chuckled. "Have you been there?" she asked him.
"No, I haven't," he said. "I'd like to be there with you."
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked around to see if her father was there. He wasn't in the room anymore. She looked at him, and nodded her head.
He stood up, and she followed him while holding his hand. They walked out of the room, with John secretly looking at them with a frown.
"What's the matter, John?" asked George.
"Nothing's the matter, George," said John.
"You were frowning," said Ringo.
"Don't butt in to my business," said John to George and Ringo.