Phillip woke up to a knocking at his door, "what?" He groaned, he heard the door swing open and footsteps approaching, "good morning sunshine" Phillip heard P.T say.
Phillip grunted and shoved his face in the pillow "what do you want?" He asked, his voice muffled by the pillow.
P.T chuckled, "forgetting something?" He asked, Phillip lifted his head and looked at him wearily, "what?" He asked.
P.T held up Phillip's tuxedo, "oh I don't know, how about meeting the Queen of England?" He suggested. Phillip sat bolt upright, "that's today? That's today!" He muttered.
P.T sat next to Phillip, "how're you feeling?" He asked, Phillip shook his head and buried his face in his hands, "I fucked up with Anne P, I need to apologise".
P.T pulled out his pocket watch, "well what're you waiting for? You've still got time, we don't have to get going for a few hours" he reminded him.
Phillip pulled his head out of his hands, "you're right! I'll talk to her before we leave the ship!" He exclaimed.
P.T laughed, "it's good to see you feeling better" he nudged Phillip's arm and stood, "now get dressed" he ordered.
Phillip laughed, "yes Sir" he said grabbing the tuxedo. He waited until P.T had left before he raced to his bathroom.
He quickly bathed and shaved, already he felt and look better than he had all week.
He inspected himself in the mirror, he looked smart. He wore a black suit jacket with tails and a matching pair of slacks, a matching baby blue shirt and waist coat and a white bowtie.
He smirked at his reflection as he styled his hair, he was filled with confidence as he thought about the day lying ahead of him.
Most people would be nervous at the idea of meeting the Queen of England but Phillip was charming and charismatic, socialising in high class situations was one of the things Phillip did best.
He sprayed his neck and wrists with expensive cologne and ran a comb through his hair. He looked in the mirror one last time then nodded to himself, he was ready to find Anne and apologise.
She wasn't too hard to find, it was still early and so she was in her cabin with W.D. Phillip knocked on her door and waited, W.D was the one to appear at the door.
He was dressed in a costume very similar to the one he performs in, he wore rich purple slacks made from velvet and a matching velvet shirt fastened by rose gold buttons. His collar was a paler purple colour and covered in gold sparkles. He also wore a matching rich purple jacket lined with the same golden sparkles.
Phillip raised his eyebrows at his costume, "wow you're… Sparkly" he noted, W.D crossed his arms over his chest, "what do you want Carlyle?" He asked.
Phillip held up his hands, "I get it, you're probably mad at me but is Anne there?" He asked, "nope" W.D said, "yes" Anne called from inside.
She appeared behind W.D, "move" she told him, he sighed but reluctantly stepped out of the way.
She too was in her costume, she wore a purple leotard the same colour as W.D's outfit and very similar to her usual performing costume and her pink wig. It was slightly fancier however, it was made of an expensive looking satin and complimented her body in ways Phillip didn't want to linger on.
The leotard had a V cut finishing just below her chest, a thin netted material covered her bare skin and was covered in the same golden sparkles from W.D's costume. She had a small singular bow on her stomach below where the V cut finished and a cape around her shoulders that matched her leotard, fastened by a small rose gold button also matching the one's from W.D's costume.
She frowned, "Phillip, you look very smart" she said her eyes wandering for a second. W.D raised his eyebrow to her, she cleared her throat, "what're you doing here?" She asked.
Phillip looked at W.D then her, "I would like to apologise for how I spoke to you the other day" he said.
Anne nodded slowly before she turned to W.D, "could you give us some privacy please D" she asked.
He crossed his arm and looked between her and Phillip silently, "W.D" Anne said a little more firmly.
He sighed and nodded, "I'll just be in here" he said, uncrossing his arms and kissing her cheek, "thank you".
She turned back to Phillip, "I'm sorry, you were saying?" She asked.
He breathed a soft laugh, "right". He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, "I wanted to apologise, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I was just feeling upset, and angry and as you said, I wasn't thinking clearly. But I should never have taken it out on you like that, I'm sorry Anne, could you ever forgive me?" He asked.
She smiled offered him a friendly smile, "of course, apology accepted" she said, Phillip grinned, "thank you, you uh- you look beautiful by the way" he said nervously.
She snorted, "oh please, I highly doubt I am fit to meet the Queen dressed in this, but you know what Barnum is like" she laughed, Phillip exhaled hard and nodded, "indeed I do, that man and his crazy ideas" he laughed.
He and Anne laughed together for a second, "so, are we okay?" Phillip asked, Anne smirked at his question, "yeah, we're fine" she replied leaning against her doorframe.
Phillip sucked his teeth as he looked at her, she really did look beautiful. He pulled his hands out of his pocket, "but with all due respect, I hope you know I don't give up easy. Black or not, I like you Anne, and I'm not giving up on you" he said.
Anne looked shocked by his words but before she could reply he continued, "now if you excuse me I have to find Mr Barnum, I'll see you later" he winked and turned on his heel.
He smirked to himself as he walked away, he could feel her eyes on him but he meant what he said. He'd had some time to mull things over since he had last spoken to her and he realised he wasn't ready to give up and just be friends.
He had fallen in love with her that night they spent together and he fell a little deeper every time he looked at her. The thought had startled him at first, he was Phillip Carlyle and Phillip Carlyle doesn't fall in love.
Except he does, with beautiful girls named Anne Wheeler and that was special. He'd never been in love before and so he knew Anne was worth fighting for and that's exactly what he would do.
He knocked on P.T's door, "come in" he called from inside. Phillip walked in with a satisfied grin on his face, P.T returned the smile, "how'd it go?" He asked, but he didn't need to, the smile on Phillip's face told him everything he needed to know.
Phillip held his hands behind his back, "perfect" he replied happily. P.T laughed, "I'm glad to hear it, so what do you think?" He asked.
Phillip smirked, "I think I'm ready to meet the Queen" he answered confidently.