Okay! I finally did an update, and I think you, my lovely readers, will be happy with this one. Quite the few funny moments and cute ones too!

So, I'm finally on Spring Break! YAY~! But sadly, a couple of my professors thought, "you can do work over Spring Break." SO I have a pretty big project ahead of me this week, so I'm not sure how many other stories will be updated. :'( (Sorry!) But next on my list is "Pirates Fall for the Navy" so check it out if you haven't already! ;) (If you want, I'm not forcing you to or anything.) Also, I'm co-writing a story with Unicorn-san that is a crossover of Harry Potter and BMP, it's called "Prisoner in Phillip". So views and reviews would be much appreciated, from the both of us. ;)

Without further ado, please enjoy chapter 11!

When I enter my room, I pause, thinking I must have entered the wrong one; my room has been filled with countless evening gowns in every style and shade you could imagine. As I'm taking it all in, I notice two maids off to the side, one of which, was Liz.

"Um... What's going on?" I ask and approach the two.

"Miss Phoenix, we've been expecting you." Liz smiles at me.

"What are all these dresses doing in here?" I ask her.

"You are to choose one to wear to the party at Noble Micheal Castle. And feel free to pick whichever one you want." The other maid informs me.

"Oh. Well, I don't really need one-" I start to say.

"Of course you do! You can't go in one of the simple dresses in your wardrobe." The other maid cut me off.

"No. I wasn't planning on doing that." I gave the other maid a pointed look. "I received a letter from Noble Micheal, himself, informing me that he is having a dress made for me to wear." I tell them.

"Oh?" They both say in unison, obviously shocked.

"But you wouldn't be put into it until after you arrived, correct?" Liz asks.

"Yeah. He didn't say it would be sent here..." I say quietly thinking.

"Well, you still need to look the part of the prince's date when you step out of the limo. Paparazzi will be there to snap your photo before you enter the castle." The other maid tells me.

"Okay..." I say and look around.

Though I usually don't look at this color, a dark green dress caught my eye. I couldn't help remembering Prince Wilfred's remarks and face when I wore that green dress to dinner. Without even realizing it, I already had the dress in my hand, feeling the material. It was unique, in looking very luxurious but still felt extremely comfortable.

"Is that the dress you wish to wear?" Liz asks. "If so, I'll make the purchasing arrangements."

I pause and look over my shoulder at the two maids. "How much would a dress like this cost?" I ask.

"Well..." The two maids exchange a look. Liz continues, "It really depends on the dress."

"Yeah, I know that. But what would your guess be?" I ask.

"That one... About half a million Cruz." The other maid answers.

I release the dress, raise my hands in surrender, and back away slowly. "H-h-h-half a million?! Just for that!?" I may be a princess, so that price shouldn't make me balk... but my view on price is still that of a reasonable everyday middle-class person.

"The prince will be buying it for you to wear. So you really shouldn't worry about the price." The other maid tells me.

"Well, when it's just a dress to wear for only a couple hours, mainly while in a car, it's a total waste..." I tell them my thoughts. "And I'm already living off the generosity of the Spencers. So I really don't think I can justify wearing that expensive of a dress!"

The maids exchange another look, apparently realizing I wasn't about to budge on this.

"Wait one moment please." Liz bows, as does her fellow maid, before making a hasty exit.

I bite my lip as I try to look somewhere there isn't a dress; which is difficult. Only options are the floor by my feet and the ceiling. I'm probably causing a problem. But seriously? Half a million?! Yeah, I'm sure that any girl would love to wear an expensive dress bought for them by a prince, but when he and his family have already given you so much already... Could you take an expensive dress to add to a debt you'd never be able to repay? Even if it's a debt I'm not expected to pay back, I still feel like I can't ask them for anything else or accept something like one of these dresses.

I sigh, and look back up at the dresses. A different one catches my eyes. I didn't notice it before, because it was hidden by the dresses beside it. I pull it off the rack and drape it against myself and stand in front of the mirror; this one is a dark emerald green satin mermaid style with a halter sweetheart-neckline. I smile at how pretty it looks.

This one's so simple, with no embellishments or extra appliques on it. Even so, it's still got this timeless elegance to it... it's perfect for a princess...

"Do you like that one?" A familiar soft voice asks from behind me.

I jump a little, startled by the sudden comment. "What?!" I turn to see Prince Wilfred smiling and standing inside my room. "Um..." I move the dress away from me and hang it nearby. "What are you doing here, Prince Wilfred?" I dodge with another question, not wanting to lie and say that I don't like it when I do. Besides, he was sleeping the garden a few minutes ago... So why is he here?

"Well, some castle maids came running up to me looking rather pale-faced." He answers.

"I-I'm sorry." I look down at my feet.

"Don't worry about it. Are there no dresses you like?" Prince Wilfred asks.

"That's not the problem, Prince Wilfred. I really don't feel right about accepting anything as expensive as these." I tell him honestly.

"I was the one who asked you to go as my date. So it is important that I find you a suitable dress to wear." Prince Wilfred counters.

"Well," I sigh, "I received a letter from Lord Noble and he told me that he's having a dress made for me to wear at the ball. When I told the maids, they said I'd still need to look the part when entering the castle." I tell him.

"Really? You must be really close to Lord Noble for him to have a dress made for you..." Prince Wilfred says, "But the maids were right when saying you'd still need a dress for entering and leaving in."

"That may be so, but isn't there something I could just borrow or re-wear?" I offer. "Or I could call Uncle and ask him to send one of the dresses he already has for me?" I offer.

"You don't have to do that. All this expense you're worried about... I don't see it as an expense... when it's for you..." Prince Wilfred says quietly.

"What?" I ask, tilting my head, not sure if I heard him right.

"I suppose I'll have all these removed for now." Prince Wilfred says as if he's depriving me.

Before I could respond, he was gone.

I bite my lip. Did I just make him mad?

Moments later, the maids were back, and quickly emptied my room of all the beautiful gowns. Once my room had returned to its normal state, I sat down on the edge of the bed. I couldn't help the turmoil raging inside me. I never liked to upset people who are important to me, and whenever I do, I feel so horrible about it that I make myself sick. But I couldn't just accept it, especially when it's something that cost so much! That would be going against everything I was brought up to be. Even when I'm given things from people, I always do things to make it up to them and repay them in some way... even if they don't expect it or want me to. I want to. Because I feel like it's unfair to receive so much and not give back anything.

I lay down on the bed, then roll over onto my stomach, and curled up in on myself. I start breathing deeply, then force myself to fall asleep.

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(A few days later)

I was in Prince Wilfred's office, doing my routine morning watering of his flowers when I noticed how much healthier they were looking. I smiled at seeing their progress. "Pretty."

"I think so too." A voice says from behind me.

"Huh?" I spin around to see Prince Wilfred has entered the room. "G-good morning." I stutter, the uneasy feeling about how we ended things the other day resurfacing.

"Good morning... Definitely prettier today." Prince Wilfred smiles.

I return his smile, and turn back to the flowers. "You think so too? I gave them a little fertilizer yesterday."

Prince Wilfred laughs, causing me to pause in watering the flowers. "That's not what I meant." He tells me.

I turn to look at him and tilt my head. Not what he meant? Then what...

"I meant you." Prince Wilfred says.

I turn my head back to the flowers, as I feel my cheeks grow hot, not wanting him to see. "Me?" I laugh a little. He's calling me pretty?

"Didn't you realize? ...You were talking about the flowers weren't you?"

"Yes... I was."

"That's true too. Ever since you took over their care, they have bloomed most beautifully."

"T-thank you!" I turn to face him, a smile on face.

"It is me, who should be thanking you. These flowers are very special to me." Prince Wilfred smiles warmly at me.

I was able to pick up that these flowers were important to him. But for him to tell me so... It makes looking after them even more important to me, and so happy to know he trusts me with something so special to him.

"When I'm stressed about work or worrying about something," Prince Wilfred comes closer to me, only a mere five feet away, "I find these flowers help keep me calm. So they're very important to me."

It makes sense. He doesn't really have anyone to talk with about what's going on and who can relate... "Prince Wilfred, you can count on me to care for them to the best of my abilities." I tell him confidently.

Prince Wilfred chuckles at my response and enthusiasm. "I know. I trust you." He smiles at me.

There's something in his eyes... some feeling he's trying to convey to me. What is it? And why does that look make my heart beat faster...? I've been noticing he has some affect on me since we met, but what is it? I mean, he is a very attractive, single, nice, guy... ...I couldn't possibly...? Could I be...? In love with Prince Wilfred?!

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(A few days later)

It's a few days later, and I haven't seen Prince Wilfred since I thought that I might possibly be in love with him. After I had that thought, I made the quickest exit possible, at the first opportunity presented. So I'm sure I confused him a little with that hasty retreat. But could I possibly be in love? I haven't ever been in actual love, in a relationship-kind-of-way. Sure I love my friends and family, but that's completely different than the love you feel for the person you want to be with for the rest of your life... And let's face it... I've had a lot... okay, not a lot, but quite a few frogs. Is my Prince Charming, an actual prince?

I was still curled up in bed, lost in my thoughts, trying to sort out what is going on with my heart, when I hear the click of my door opening. Then I hear the noise of the tea cart Claude brings in with my breakfast. Did he knock? I must have been so lost in thought, I didn't hear him... Plus, I haven't really been able to sleep well, because once I lay down to go to sleep, my thoughts go towards my feelings for Prince Wilfred... so I've been getting next to no sleep. I inwardly sigh. I think it's started affecting my ability to get through my days, and people have started to notice too.

"Good morning, Miss Adele. Miss Adele, are you awake?" Claude asks harshly.

I pull my blanket around me tighter, oh how I'd love to just say, "Leave me alone, Claude-hopper."

"What did you just say?!" Claude demanded.

OH NO! Did I just say that out loud?! Shit! Think fast! I realized what I needed to do."Five more minutes, Mom." I curl in on myself, even my breathing, and start doing my quiet snore. My drama teacher actually told us to record how we sounded when we sleep and practice to the point it was believable. Such a great exercise, that I used a lot to fool my parents.

"Are you still sleeping? I could have swore you were awa-" Claude was saying, but I actually caused my brain to finally shut down, and fell into quite the peaceful sleep.

What did ya think? I finally had Phoenix call him the nickname, so was it a good place to do it? Also, when do you think Phoenix will finally admit to herself she is indeed in love with Wilfred? So please review with your thoughts and comments! (I love to hear your thoughts, and they help me still feel motivated to write this story.)

Next up, will be the mystery ball! What will Phoenix and Wilfred's iconic royal couple be?

******Also, if you didn't read the bit above: Check out my story "Pirates Fall for the Navy" if you haven't already, (it'll be the next story update I do) and "Prisoner of Phillip" is a story I'm co-writing with Unicorn-san (it's a Harry Potter-BMP crossover). It's her first story, so she'd love some feedback! :)******