Elizabeth opened her eyes to the feel of the bus make a stop. The drape opened and too much light for the morning poored into the bunk.
"Good Morning Sunshine." Jessica Wakefield said brightly pulling on when she opened the drape. Elizabeth groaned and pulled the off white blanket over her head.
"Why are you so cheerful? You used to hate waking up early." Elizabeth grumbled into her blanket.
"Oh, c'mon now and you used to love waking up early, besides it's not early it's 10:30 am and I have to get you looking your best to do the meet and greet. So up you go." Jessica grabbed her sister and dragged her out of the bunk, blanket and all. Inwardly Jessica was enjoying torturing her sister. When they were in college, Elizabeth always bugged Jessica to pick up the pace.
It felt good to have the foot on the other twin.
Elizabeth stumbled into the kitchenet and picked up the mug of black coffee, that Jessica had poured before waking up Elizabeth. Holding on to the coffee with both hands she made her way into the back lounge and sat down on the black leather couch and clicked on the cd player, Shakira came out the speaker. Elizabeth took that first sip of coffee. A few minutes later Jessica came back and laid an outfit on the couch with a bag of pasteries. Elizabeth laid her head on the back of the couch. She couldn't sleep.
Again.
And when she did fall asleep dawn had approached and she could olny fall into a doze. Memories had kept her awake. It was strange, usually she pushed the memories to the back of her mind. It was like this 4 years ago when the memories last attacked, and what brought that on was that Laurent had came to California, with his family for a quick vaction. The memories ended when the royal family went back to France. She was thankful when they did because it made life a little more tolerable. But now... the memories were back with a vengence.
Jessica came back into the room where Elizabeth was sitting. Grabbing the bag of food she came over and sat down next to her sister.
"I've been thinking of Jacques, alot recently." Jessica confessed while pulling out a chocolate eclair and biting into it. "I wonder whatever happened to him."
Elizabeth reached for a cream filled one and bit down. "Now that you mention it, I wonder how he and his dad faired."
"Believe it or not, I still have the braclet he gave me." Jessica pulled out the velvet box and revealed the pearl braclet. "Here, I want you to wear it for good luck during the press time."
Elizabeth took the box numbly. "Jessica that's really nice of you, thank you." Elizabeth hugged her sister then took the clothes and bracelet and went to get dressed.
"You're going to need all the luck you can get to get through today," Jessica murmured but Elizabeth couldn't hear her sister.

i "Elizabeth?" I questioned. I couldn't believe it, Elizabeth looked as beautiful as she had that summer.
"Laurent? Hi, its been a long long time." She greeted me with a winning smile. "I can't believe you're here."
"Elizabeth, I've missed you and I still love you." I blurted out rather loudly. Everyone in the store turned to look at me.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Because I'm married." She paused to wave over someone. An all too fimilar face came over.
"Laurent, I still see you haven't grown up." Simon deForte. Laughed and put an arm around Elizabeth.
"You... you're married to... to this guy?" I stuttered.
"That's right, now get it through you thick head. Bring Bring Bring BRING" /iLaurent opened his eyes and rolled out of bed, he groaned when he hit the floor. The phone was ringing on the night table.
"Damnit." He muttered and got back on the bed. He picked up the phone. "How did you get this number?" He grumbled into the mouth piece.
"Your Grace, there is a woman who wants to see you, she says its important, that you know her, Jessica Wakefield? " A female's voice came through the reciever. "Jessica wakefield?" He questioned "Send her up."
"Yes sir."
Laurent hung up and was able to put on some clothes and wet his hair in the sink. When Jessica knocked on the door, Laurent was coming out of the bathroom he was wearing black jeans and a white long sleeved shirt and was barefoot. Opening the door he was surprised by the image that greeted him.
Jessica looked different. She was wearing white jeans and a blue sweatshirt with the letters SVU in white. She was in a pair of black boots. "Hello Laurent, it's been a long time." The two old friends hugged and Laurent invited her into the main room.
"Take a seat." He offered. Jessica sat down on the couch. "You look great," he said.
"You too, Laurent. I wanna say, that I didn't come here to make small talk." Jessica said quite bluntly. She had never been one to dance around the subject. "I came here about Elizabeth."
"Is she alright?!"
"She's fine actually, she's an author."
"Yeah I know I saw her novel on television yesturday."
"So are you going to see her or not?"
"I don't know."
"I suggest you do go to her as soon as possible or Max will."
"Who in the hell is Max?"
"Max is the only other guy that compares to you. He asked her to marry him." Jessica quickly told Laurent all about Max and their relationship.
"Elizabeth actually ran away and became a maid? I can't see her doing that."
"Oh, please, change the names and the occupation its the exact same story as when we were your little siblings au pairs. Right down to breaking up a wedding and the groom proposing to Lizzie. And she still said no."
Laurent laid back and rested his head on the couch back, deep in thought. He got his wish, another chance to make Elizabeth his.
He wasn't going to take no for an answer this time.