Disclaimers.

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The couple sat close to each other on the loveseat. Close enough to touch but they did not.

"So," Ms. Durand placed the cup of tea on the coffee table. "You two are getting a divorce."

"I uh-"

"Don't worry, darling. Naveen already told me."

Tiana bowed her head, not in shame but because Ms. Durand's gaze was so accusing that it made her feel beyond guilty.

"Im sorry," Naveen placed his hand on top of hers. Tiana's lip twitched at his efforts of comfort.

"Its okay," Tiana patted his hand. "I told my cousin and best friend." She shrugged.

"What about your parents?" Ms. Durand asked as she reached over the side od her chair.

"I uh-" Tiana bit the inside of her cheek. "No, I haven't told them yet." She confessed.

"Well, I would tell them soon darling." Ms. Durand placed a stack of magazines on the table with a grunt. "Before they read this."

Tiana was the first to grab the top magazine.

A Rip In Royalty, Tiana read silently to herself.

Naveen took them magazine from her and read over the cover then went to find the article. Tiana moved the other magazines off of each other to read the rest of the cleverly made titles. She then went to her phone.

"No one reads magazines anyway," Naveen threw the magazine back where it was before then leaned back and put his arm across the back of the couch.

"Yeah, but that do read social media, and we're all over it." Tiana handed him the phone and leaned back and put her head on Naveen's arm.

"Royal Rip, Fairy Tail Fail, Its Probably The Mom," Naveen read some of the titles out loud. He tapped on the one where it read It's Probably The Mother.

"I saw that one," Ms. Durand restacked the magazines. "Pretty good photo of me, if I do say so myself."

"H-how?" Tiana finally got out as she got her phone back from Naveen.

"Welcome to the conversation," Ms. Durand beamed. Tiana wrinkled her eyebrows. "And its the media sweety. One sniff of smoke and they make a fire."

"But, but who? I, I know that-" She was interrupted by her phone suddenly ringing. See checked the phone ID and sighed. "Excuse me." She got up and answered her phone to a shrill whine.

"Well, I guess the parents found out." Ms. Durand quipped, taking her tea off of the table.

"Mom," Naveen warned as he went to take a look at another magazine.

"I'm sorry, darling." She apologized and set her cup to her side. "But she had to have known that at some point this would've came to light. Nothing stays in this family. The gruels of being a royal."

Naveen sighed as he turned his attention to Tiana who was trying to calm down her mother.

"Yes, mom." Tiana took a deep breath and turned to the window, her forehead hitting it.

"Don't just say 'yes, mom' to all of my questions. Tell me what happened." Her mother demanded.

Tiana swallowed nervously. She did not want to say her fears right then and there, in front of Naveens mother.

"Tiana, you tell me right now or I will be on the next plane and at your door before dinner."

"Mom, no!" Tiana shouted. Realizing how loud she was she gave an apologetic smile to Naveen and Ms. Durand then turned her back on them.

"Tell me now."

Tiana took the phone from her ear and gave a frustrated sigh then put it back to her ear.

"It's just. I, I mean we- mom its really hard to explain." Tiana groaned.

"Well give me the simple version." She said.

"I uh, Im afraid," Tiana whispered, unable to lie as she had to Naveen.

"Afraid?" Her mother repeated.

"Is that Tiana? Did she just say that she was afraid?" Her father shouted from across the room.

"Honey, sh, Im trying to listen. Tiana what do you mean you're afraid. Has he been-"

"Mom, no. Never, no." Tiana looked back at Naveen, who gave her a worried look. She smiled at him and waved her hand then turned back around. "Its just, its not private and people, people are invasive here." She finally explained.

"Im sorry hon. But are you sure, Naveen has never tried."

"Tell her I'm getting a plane ticket right now. Eudora where is my credit card?" Tiana's father shouted from somewhere.

"Mom, i swear. You know him. He would never. I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'll call you at 3."

"Ok honey. I love you."

"Eudora where are my glasses?" Tiana's father asked.

"I love you too, mom. Please talk dad down."

"Ill talk to you tomorrow. James, you don't need your keys!" Eudora shouted before she hung up the phone.

Tiana massaged her forehead for a bit before she went back to the couch. She sat back down next to Naveen who grabbed her hand.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," She gave an uneasy smile and patted his hand.

"Okay, so here's the plan." Ms. Durand said after a moment of silence. "You don't want anyone knowing that you're getting a divorce, yes?" Ms. Durand asked.

"Right," Tiana nodded as she sat up straight.

"Wait a minute." Naveen interrupted. "What would be so bad about letting everyone know? It's the truth."

"Louis," Tiana said. "If he knows, all that you have worked for will be washed away."

"Right," Naveen laced his fingers in hers and nodded for his mother to go on.

"Ok, so Louis can't know that you're getting a divorce. Which means no one can know."

"Well what about my cousin and best friend."

"Yeah, my lawyer and I'm pretty sure my secretary knows."

"Then say nothing else. If they bring it up, lie. Lie like you've never lied before." Ms. Durand said.

"And how do we convince everyone else?" Tiana asked, unconsciously rubbing her thumb over Naveen's hand.

"You throw a ball." She said simply.

"A ball?" Tiana repeated.

"Yes, you show them that you two still love each other by being together."

"And when would this ball be?" Naveen chimed in.

"It would have to be Thursday," Ms. Durand answered, not missing a beat.

"And who has time to plan this?" Tiana dredded the answer but waited.

"You would dear,"

Tiana put her forehead on Naveen's shoulder.

"Can we get a party planner?" Naveen squeezed Tiana's hand comfortingly.

"Not this late. Oh don't look like that Tiana, I'll help you " Ms. Durand smiled.

"Tiana, you don't have to." Naveen said lowly. Tiana sighed and shook her head.

"No," She lifted her head. "You worked too hard for this. What's one more ball?" She looked down at their hands.

"Darling, do you really want to do this? Honestly, we dont have to. You can walk away." Ms. Durand promised.

"Im okay." She gave a small smile. "Where do we start?"

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