A/N Yup.
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I disclaim the ownage of everything. Even Voldemort and Dr. Evil.
Emma's POV
Sick. He makes me sick.
He's evil, I swear. Major Voldemort going on here. Except, Voldemort is wayyy cooler than Henry LaFount.
He smiled fakely and grabbed Mia's hand.
I squeezed the grapefruit I was holding so hard that grapefruit juice began to pour out.
Camille sighed and took the annihilated fruit from me. "Chill." She whispered.
I stuck my tongue at my best friend and turned back to Dr. Evil.
He was sitting next to Mia looking confident, while she sat writing in her journal next to the table.
Henry was going to try and sneak her off.
Mia suddenly got this really worried look in her eyes. She looked up at me, eyes wide, then looked back down, scribbling in her journal.
Oblivious Mia.
She probably thought Henry was going to break up with her. How wrong she was.
Henry stood saying that he wanted to get some fresh air. Idiot.
Mia looked as if she were having an aneurysm, shooting me pleading glances and scribbling in he journal.
With one last glance, she stood and gulped, excusing herself to the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Camille, who was smiling smugly. "Ready?" I mouthed at her. She nodded, excited.
I dropped my hand to my stomach and moaned.
"Emma, darling," Clarisse said, worried. She might not have liked me at first, but now she respected me. "are you alright?"
I shook my head and bit my lip. "No, I'm afraid not. I feel very sick, actually. Could I be excused? Camille will escort me."
"Of course." Prince Philippe said.
I smiled and dragged my chair back. The second we were out into the hall, we broke out into a run; we had to catch them before Henry could do something he would regret.
We turned a corner and nearly ran into a maid holding a tray of tea. "Hannah!" I gasped. "Where?" She knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Outside." She jerked her head down the hall. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." I answered truthfully.
"Come on!" Camille yelled, pulling on my arm. I ran ahead of her and weaved my way through the palace that I spent most of my time in.
I stopped in front of a small window that led outside. Camille stood panting next to me. I could see the beautiful garden Clarisse had just finished. It was a maze of flowers, that made it easy to get to the elegant fountain in the middle because really, you could just step over the flowers. But Frenchie was leading Mia through the flowers the hard way, actually using the gravel path to the fountain.
"Shoot." Camille and I mumbled at the same time. I shook my head, "We can still make it!" I turned to start running but a body blocked my way.
I looked up to see my half-sister, whom I am almost as tall as, looking very disappointed with me.
"Cammy, go!" I yelled, my eyes on Lola's blue ones.
"I don't think so." Lola mumbled, grabbing Camille's wrist as she tried to run past. "Prince Philippe's newest girlfriend called me. You guys have been awfully rude guests."
I scrunched up my face, ashamed. "I'm sorry. Truly, I am. It's just…not right. This guy is not right for Mia."
"Emma, that is not your choice to make." Lola said, shaking her head.
"But it's not just me! Nobody likes Henry! Not the maids, not the security guards - who both tried to stop that…abomination. -" -I looked out the window to see Henry and Mia sitting at the edge of the fountain- "not Lee Lee or Tina -who got over his so called 'hotness' as soon as they met him- not Camille," - Camille snorted, glaring out the window - "not even Prince Philippe or the Dowager Princess. They might not say it aloud, but they hate him too! And I've seen the looks you've given him, he's a creeper. For. Sure."
Lola sighed and pulled me into a hug. "Emma," she said with her heavy French accent -although it sounds good on her and everyone else other than Henry "I know. He sucks. He's not right for Mia at all. He's rude, and secretive, and never acts himself around her. But it's not our choice. If it is truly meant to be, there is nothing we can do to stop it. They will get married."
I groaned and Lola pulled me back to look at me with a slight smile. "But also, if it is meant to be that they do not marry - which is more likely - it will not work. It won't happen."
I smiled at her and let go to go stand next to Camille, still scowling out the window.
Henry stood on one knee and held a surprised Mia's hand. She was still sitting on the side of the fountain with her eyes wide. Tears began to pour when she nodded her head and Henry slipped a ring onto her finger. They stood and Mia threw her arms around his neck and he spun her around.
Adorable.
Repulsive.
I smiled sadly and wiped away the tear that slid down my cheek. "Let's go back to breakfast."
It's not over yet. :) PUSH THAT BUTTON.
