*insert brunette doodling*
Hey guys! Well, I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday (which completely ruined my daily update plan), but there was no internet in my house nearing the night, which is when I was planning to put up this document. Note: Amy's plan involving a blue-haired aunt and a Korean burrito-flavor inventor isn't the brightest out there, and that's because it isn't meant to be :P
Amy's Playlist: Hello Seattle-Owl City
I carry my suitcases downstairs. My family is expecting me, accompanied by Alistair.
"I'd think that you'd be helping me carry down my suitcases after the ordeal I'm in," I muse, chuckling and out of breath.
Nellie frowns. "We sent Dan to help you out..."
"He locked himself in his room," I say, finally reaching the last floor. "Said he had some business to attend to."
Alistair rushes to help me. "I'll take this one."
I nod, thankful.
"Oh, Mr. Oh, you don't have to do that!" Aunt Beatrice explains.
I frown. Her eyes are wide and doe-like, and her lips are slightly pursed into pouting. That's her signature flirting pose. I giggle. Looks like someone has a crush on the royal family's chauffeur/butler/assistant/confidant.
"Oh, it's alright, Ms. Cahill..." he replies, "or should I say, Mrs. Cahill?"
"Oh, I'm still a Miss," she informs with a flirty giggle.
Alistair smiles.
No way. I exchange amused glances with Nellie. Suddenly, an idea pops in my head. There's no doubt that this coming month will be the longest in my entire life. So how about keeping myself busy? I'll bring those two together. After reading Emma, I've always wanted to be a matchmaker. I'll just have to find a way to bring her to Nottinsburgh to make the plan have more chances of succeeding. I smile; it's a mission. I can already see it all. I'd make them think there was a dance, lock them in the ballroom, play some music, and they'll be forced to dance all night long until they fall in love.
"The SUV is here," Uncle Fiske announces.
The glee garnered from my plan suddenly vanishes.
"Dan! Rabbit-pie, come downstairs, it's time to say goodbye to your sister!" Aunt Beatrice exclaims, trying to sound classy and girly for Alistair.
"I'm in the bathroom!" Dan exclaims.
I sigh. "Bye Dan!"
"WOO! Vacation for a month!" he replies.
I roll my eyes light-heartedly, shaking my head. Then I turn to look back at my family. I feel a knot in my throat. It's not as if I'm not going to ever see them again. Nellie will still be teaching Home Ec., I'll make sure Aunt Beatrice drops by, and I'll be calling Fiske every afternoon. Plus, Mark promised me he'd try to get them to come at least once a week, since it's hard to get civilians to come inside, even if they're family of the fake future princess.
"This week went by too fast," Fiske tells me.
Nellie sighs, trying to lighten the mood with a smile. "Hey, she'll be back in a month."
Even Aunt Beatrice seems kind of gloomy now. "Yes, that's right. And she'll have an opportunity to socialize with the royal family."
Queen Isabel hates me, King Vikram is an awkward penguin, Queen Olivia is the only normal one, and Prince Ian is a cocky-
I stop myself. I always become a philosopher before sleeping and analyze my life. So I came to the conclusion that Ian was just bitter for some reason, and wasn't really like that. And, of course, that I'd try to be nice to him. Might as well become friends with him if I don't want to spend my favorite season huffing in frustration.
"It's time to go," Alistair says.
I jump and embrace my entire family. Even Saladin comes along, who I pick up and plant a kiss on his head.
"I'll miss you a lot," I tell him, smiling sadly.
He just looks at me with innocent eyes.
"I'll bring you some royal food," I promise him.
"I also want some royal food," Nellie replies.
I can't help but giggle amidst the situation. After saying good-bye to my family once more, I'm led to the SUV. There's a dark green Camaro parked across the street, which somehow seems familiar. However, I quickly forget that as I recognize the small Greensmoor flag on the front of the SUV. Most of the royal cars have two, but only one has one... the one who ran me over. I shake my head, smiling. Memories...
The car door is pushed open.
My smile disappears.
"Hello," Prince Ian announces with a smirk, patting the spot next to him.
Alistair throws me thumbs up for good luck before heading to his seat. I gaze back at my family, who are all smiling at me, before I turn to look back at Ian.
He is smiling mischievously.
Remember, he is a bitter prince, I say to myself before smiling back and stepping inside. The door is pushed closed, and Ian is inspecting me.
"There'll be a press conference tomorrow," he tells me. "We'll make the announcement there."
My eyes widen. "So quickly?"
"What? Worried about the Sinead issue?" he asks.
I look down, biting my lower lip. "No?"
"It was her who asked me to escape, not the other way around."
My head snaps up. "What?"
"I said no, of course. I only like her as a friend," Prince Ian continues. "But people had heard bits of our conversation, so to not make her go through humiliation, I told that to the press."
I'm surprised. I never thought that such an arrogant guy would do such a thing. I gaze at him. Maybe my analysis was right. Maybe he isn't as mean as he appears to be.
"But that still doesn't help out in your situation," he replies. He chuckles. "It'll still seem as if I tried to escape from you... but since that only affects you, I don't need to help you out in that one."
Maybe.
He gets out a small gift bag. "Don't think I'd send such a childish thing. This is from Jake's part."
I grab it and read that small card. "But it says it's from you."
"He wanted it to seem like I was giving it to you," Ian replies, taking out a package of nuts.
"It's in your handwriting," I continue.
"Do you even know what my handwriting is like?" he asks, popping a nut inside his mouth.
"Well, I can suppose... especially because the message says 'You'll be amusing, I'm sure. How many times will you embarrass yourself? I'm counting on thrice a week.'," I read out loud.
Ian takes the card away. "I did not give this to you."
"Whatever you say," I murmur. I take out the cutest plush Egyptian Mau I have ever seen. "Awww, a replica of Saladin!"
"You like it?" he asks.
I try to suppress a smile. "Why would you want to know? Jake gave this to me."
Ian glares. "I'm just curious."
"Of course I do," I tell him, smiling. "Thanks."
"I didn't give it to you," he says, turning to look away and listen to music. But I can see the hint of a smile on his face.
However, I don't notice the dark green Camaro from before following us.
I turn to look at him. "By the way, is there any way to make two individuals think they're invited to a non-existing dance and then lock them in the ballroom? Especially if one of the individuals works in the castle and..."
I let my voice trail off, since Ian is giving me a shut up look.
