This may be the crappiest update ever, but I just needed to write something. Do you guys ever feel like you just need to do something? Apparently I did. Anyway, this is kind of a filler chapter. I kind of feel like this chapter repeats a lot of the stuff I've written before. Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know. I'm tired. I had to sit out of the last 20 minutes of volleyball practice on Friday because I was so tired. I've never had to sit out of practice for any reason, so that sucked. I promise the next chapter will be better. I'm already working on it. You guys are going to be pissed at me, but it'll be good. :)

Anyway, thanks for reading! Thanks for letting me ramble about my sickness too. I know it sucks to hear about it, but I just need to explain my feelings to explain why this chapter isn't as good.

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I'm in my room, just waiting to see what Nat will do. After the conversation we had, he's probably going to tell Dad. All I can do is wait and just see what happens. This is all my fault. I never should've asked him to come back to the palace with me. But then would I have found Matthew? We probably would have. But would Matthew and I be in this rough patch? What would my life be like if Nat hadn't come along?

Paige walks in the room. "Princess April," she says tentatively. "It's almost seven, shouldn't you go down for dinner?"

I look up at her. "Uh...Yes." I get up from my bed, where I was sitting. "Thank you, Paige."

"Anytime, Miss." She says.

I walk down the stairs slowly. I really don't want to face my family. What are they going to say? Mom's going to be very disappointed. Crystal probably won't have anything to say. She won't know what to say. Dad will be furious. Lance will try to be supportive, but he'll just end up being judgmental. I wish Nathan weren't still recovering. He would be nothing but supportive. He'd probably say something like, "Nice job. Can we move on now?" He was always the type to be like, "Yeah, it happened. Let's talk about something else now." Medically, he's almost fully recovered. He's got some nasty scars, but he'll be fine. Mentally, he's unstable. He's receiving professional care and will hopefully be coaxed out of this horrible state he's in soon. I miss him so much.

I walk into the dining room quietly and sit down.

"Good evening, April." Mom says.

"Good evening." I say quietly, fiddling with my engagement ring.

"Are you feeling okay?" Dad asks.

"Yeah, I guess." I say.

"Are you sure?" He says.

"Yeah. Just a little tired." I say.

"Anything on your mind?" He asks.

Oh nothing, I just cheated on my husband a few times. "Nope. I'm fine." I reply. I try to smile a little.

We finally get our food, and we begin eating in silence.

In the middle of the meal, Lance passes me a note under the table. Let's talk after dinner. It says. I look up and nod.

Lance and I go to the gardens after we're finished.

"Are you doing okay?" He asks.

I look up at him and shake my head slightly. "No, not really."

"What's up?" He asks.

I avoid eye contact. "I think you know."

He sighs. "April, you have got to make a decision."

"I know! I know!" I say.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know! I don't know what to do! I'm stuck!" I walk quickly and sit by the fountain. I begin playing with the water and looking at my reflection.

Lance sits by me. "Well you better make your mind up quickly. Matthew's going to be back soon, and he's going to be pretty suspicious about what happened."

"Lance, you don't understand."

"Listen, I saw you and Nat on the roof."

I look up at him. "You did?"

He nods.

"How?"

"I was in Dad's office and I saw you two on the security camera monitors he has in there."

My eyes start tearing up.

"April, be honest, do you love him?"

"I..." I falter. Do I? I can't decide.

"Maybe it's just me, but it seems like you love Nat more than you ever loved Matthew."

I look down.

"April, am I right?"

I look up at him.

"April, answer me!" He demands.

"Lance—"

"April, come on."

"Maybe."