*Insert brunette red of embarrassment here, ready for the ground to swallow her up*
Gah! LOL Irina isn't German, she's Russian! For all of those who corrected me or noticed, I'm sorry, I had completely forgotten until I read the reviews...
Well, other than that, it seems like some of you have questions. So:
JesseCPK: I frequent the message board, and there was once this post Ian made to embarrass Dan. Apparently this Molly girl had asked him to the dance through a letter an all that stuff. She isn't really a character in the actual series. The thing with Ian and Sinead? It isn't really that one. I just wanted to keep it incognito for a while ;) And I don't really know when I plan on updating. I'm hoping at the very least twice a week or so?
mollyhunt0: Well, you really didn't have a question. It was a comment, but: Princess Diaries is my favorite movie, and I got the part of Amy being a lover of the arts from the fact that Mia likes it (and the fact that I also like Art, but that's not the point here...). The rest is completely my idea (hopefully!).
Well, I also want to thank you guys for all the wonderful reviews. As a thank you gift, I updated fast! :D
Amy's Playlist: I'm Yours-Jason Mraz
I blink hard. I have fallen on my butt, and I am sure I look like a dummy, all disoriented and grimacing.
"Miss, are you okay?" an elderly Asian man asks, kneeling next to me.
"I think so," I answer, trying to stand up.
"Ask her name to check for memory loss!"
The Asian man looks at me with expectation.
"Amy Cahill," I answer, rubbing my forehead.
The man sighs in relief.
"Well. Alistair, now that memory loss is out of the way, tell her to sign this."
I gaze upwards. My eyes widen and I sit there, agape, at the sight of none other than Prince Ian Kabra. He is even better-looking in person.
Sure, he now looks slightly snobby and full of it, but his good looks are hard to ignore. The only word I can come up with about his amber eyes, olive-colored skin, jet-black hair, broad forehead, and defined jaw is Prince-Charming-like. And that isn't even a real word.
Alistair hands a paper to me. "By signing this contract, you promise not to disclose anything about what happened today."
I nod, still dizzy. I take the pen from Alistair's hand and sign it.
"If you break the contract," Ian warns. "Don't wonder why you and your family are living in the streets."
Alistair chuckles nervously. "Huh, what he means is that there will be consequences."
"I understand," I reply.
Alistar helps me up. As I dust off my uniform, the elderly man turns to Prince Ian.
"Your Highness, would it be too much to ask if we could ask the chauffeur to take this young lady to her house?" he asks.
I perk up at this.
Ian inspects me, his eyes narrowed. "Sure, why not? Wait... isn't the Home Economic's teacher your guardian?"
"Yeah," I answer, surprised. "You know that..."
"I know everything that there is to know," Ian answers courtly. "Plus, it's sort of impossible to miss you in the hallways talking to her."
I silently gasp. He has seen me before?
"Because you're loud," he quickly adds. "What did you think?"
I shrug. "Nothing, really."
Alistair leads me to the back of the car. As he opens the door, I realize I will be sitting next to the prince. Not knowing what to do, I give him a rapid curtsy. Ian bursts out laughing.
I frown in confusion.
Alistair leans closer to me and murmurs. "He's got some good mood swings going on when he finds a young lady interesting."
"That's not true," Ian adds, any hint of a smile disappearing from his face. He crosses his arm, turning to look at the front.
He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow.
I giggle and step inside. The car smells like brand new and clean leather.
As Alistair gets inside the car, the chauffeur turns to look at me. He looks embarrassed. "Miss, I'm so sorry..."
"No, it's okay," I reply. "My head wasn't really in Earth at that moment."
He smiles apologetically at me before turning to look back at the front. From the corner of my eye, I see Prince Ian get out his iPhone and plug some earbuds. Guess there won't be much talking...
"Excuse me, where's your house?" Alistair asks.
I give him the directions. Once I'm done, Alistair is frowning, searching some things in his iPad's agenda. "I'm sure that address seems familiar-" He stops short, as he stares at the screen. I can't really see well, but it's got Alistair quite shocked. "Miss, you're Amy...?"
"Cahill," I reply.
Ian's eyes nearly pop out. I glance at him. Wasn't he listening music in his iPhone?
He gets a diabolical smile. "Really?"
I nod.
Alistair turns to look at Ian, frowning.
He removes his earbuds, and turns to look at me, still smiling. "Amy, I've got a proposition."
"Yeah?" I reply, quite confused.
There is a mischievous tone in his voice. "See, I'm supposed to marry near the end of this year. However, the duchess I'm going to marry is sort of like a threat. Her family, the Vespers (you've probably heard of them?), have expressed numerous times the urge to steal the throne away from the Kabra dynasty."
To my surprise, Alistair isn't stopping him.
"And they've already tried to. Which is why we think that this is just a plot to steal the throne away. We can't reject it, since they found a way to get my late grandfather to sign a contract, which clearly states I have to marry the duchess. However, there was one thing in the contract... and that is that if I'm already compromised to another girl, they will be forced to break the contract."
I look around, uncomfortable. "Yeah..."
"Which is why I'm going to ask you to be my pretend fiancée," he states.
My mouth drops open in shock.
Alistair turns around in a jolt. "Your Highness-"
Ian waves him off. He turns to look back at me, smiling politely. "What do you say?"
"Uh..." I stammer, looking down. Is this some kind of joke? "I..."
"Please, we're listening," Ian replies.
I blink. "I... no."
"No?" Ian repeats. Surprisingly, instead of angered or shocked, he seems happy by my answer. As if that was the reply he wanted to hear. "Pray, why?"
"Well, if I become your pretend fiancée," I slowly begin. "When the deal ends, that'll follow me everywhere. I won't be able to lead a normal life without people pointing at me and talking about the Prince's ex. I'm more comfortable with being Amy Cahill than the girl who was about to become a princess."
"I see," Ian replies. He is smiling like the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. "That's an interesting point of view."
"We've arrived," Alistair announces, quite grimly.
I am glad to get off the car. It was getting quite uncomfortable. "Thank you."
As soon as the car drives away and I face my house, I know something's wrong. First off, Aunt Beatrice isn't decorating the outside of the house with Christmas ornaments. Uncle Fiske isn't moving the plants to the greenhouse, preparing his beloved garden for the snow that's about to fall in a few days. And I can't hear either Dan or Nellie causing ruckus.
Plus, there are two SUVs parked in front. The very same model that took me home.
