I looked at the Duchess as she announced it was time to meet the Roman press. i didn't want to see the press, I wanted Joe! But I stood tall and pasted a smile on my face; let's get this over with. The throne room stood silent out of respect of my entranced, my eyes were half closed until I stood in front of cameras and had to scan the crowd.
To my utter surprise and slight horror in the front row stood Irving and Joe. He's here? Why is he here? Is really with the press and told that officer the truth? Oh no! the scandal he could spread. I made sure to direct some of my answers at him hoping he would get my message.
"As for me and my personal press service we will make sure that your trust doesn't go unjustified," Joe answered.
"I'm so glad to hear you say it." I smiled. I stared into his intense eyes wishing I could tell him I love him and hoping my eyes were relaying the message for me. His eyes were tearing up, he was as conflicted and involved as I. They wanted me to leave but I had to touch him one more time. So I went down the line as if being drawn to him.
I stood in front of Irving, "I would like to present your majesty with commemorative photos of your trip to Rome." They were photos of our time together.
Finally I am face to face with love. "Joe Bradley, American News Service."
His hand slid into my gloved one and squeezed. His eyes begged me to stay. "So happy, Mr. Bradley." My mission accomplished I left that room. I could hear lone steps walking away. I knew it was Joe, I knew it. I turned to run after him but Duchess got in my way.
"Don't you dare." I looked helplessly at the three captors wanting them to understand. I saw the General's sad eyes and he slowly walked away. I could hear Joe's steps fading, I didn't have much longer before he was gone for good.
"Please," I begged.
"Absolutely not, Princess." Duchess demanded. "Now you have a luncheon with the country economists." I opened my mouth, but it was no use. "Let's get you changed."