"You will be mine, Princess!" He cackled evilly. "There is no escape!"

I shot up in bed, breathing heavily.
Another dream about the man had disturbed my sleep once more.
Hopefully these go away soon.

I looked over at the bed to my left and noted that it was empty, meaning I had either missed breakfast, or Mr. and Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher are in the boys' room.

Usually, besides the boys, I was the first one up, but I suppose today is an exception.

Today was the last day we were in Paris, meaning we were either going to spend the day packing, or cramming as much fun and activity into the day as possible and packing when we got back.

My lungs heaved up and down as I took a deep breath before my legs were swung over the side of the bed and my feet on the soft carpeted floor.

I probably should get up soon if I don't want the others to leave for breakfast without me.

Today my nerves had calmed considerably, but I was still a little on edge. The dream didn't help.

The carpet was soft under my stocking feet as I padded past the boys' closed door towards the bathroom.

Usually, stopping at the door to hear anything they might be saying wouldn't cross my mind, but when my name was mentioned, I couldn't help myself and my ear was up to the surface of the door in a flash.

"Phineas, you have to tell Isabella," Ferb said lowly.

There was a sigh and a bed creaked.
"I know, Ferb. I know," Phineas sounded distressed, but he pushed on. "I just...don't you think it's too soon after...the accident?" Phineas whispered.

There was silence for a moment before a reply could be heard.

"-aybe...but I'm sure she wouldn't be upset by the news."

I had had enough.
Eavesdropping is probably not what I should be doing at the moment.

Only after the bathroom door was closed and the shower turned on did I allow myself to dwell on what I heard.

But just as quickly, the possibilities running through my mind turned into a memory of the confession that took place in my dream, and inevitably, into thoughts of the man that was also in my dream.

My eyes closed and water ran over my face as I tried my best to banish the thoughts, but it didn't really work.
There was one question I had to have answered.

Why did he keep calling me princess?

It didn't really make any sense. He doesn't know me or who I am. He's not an old family friend or relative that had some sort of nickname for me.
Is it just something he thought up randomly?

I shrugged my shoulders as the water was turned off and jumped out of the shower before getting dressed.

It's probably nothing.

When I walked into the boys' room to see what they were doing, I smiled at what I saw.

Both of them were on Ferb's bed pouring over blueprints that were scattered around the comforter and tinkering around with some device that required mini screwdrivers, along with miniature screws that could easily get lost in the recently vacuumed carpet.

Ferb looked up, probably sensing my presence, and motioned for me to come in.

"He couldn't help himself," Ferb referred to his brother.

"It's been a whole week Ferb. How long did you think I would last?" Phineas asked, marking something on a blueprint and taking out a screw. Ferb just shrugged and chuckled.

Walking closer I asked, "So, whatcha doin'?" before sitting at the foot of the bed.

The item amidst the blueprints looked like some sort of purple hairbrush. It was on the smaller side and, instead of the handle being solid, it was equipped with a wild mess of wires that were systematically being fed into the hollowed out plastic.

"It looks like..." I tilted my head, as if looking at it at a slightly different angle would help me understand better. "What is it?"

Phineas chuckled and continued with the wires. "It's a special hairbrush that re-grows hair." He said simply. "Say you cut your hair really short for some reason and you wanted it long again," Phineas picked up the hairbrush, careful not to undo any of his work, and pantomimed brushing his hair. "Just pull this through your hair a couple times then a few more until your hair is back to its desired length!" He said cheerily, then he set the device back down and continued his work.

"Wow, that's really cool!" I responded. "Can I help?"

Beside Phineas, Ferb raised an eyebrow.
I wasn't sure what that meant but he gave his brother a look of disbelief when Phineas said, "Sure!"

After scooting closer to the boys to get a better look at the blueprints, I asked, "Is there a problem, Ferb?"

Ferb just sighed and looked kind of defeated before Phineas slowly looked up. "Fine," He said. "you can help too, Ferb."

The British-American teenager perked up immedietly and picked up a notepad that had notes and corrections scribbled all over.

My eyes flicked between the two brothers, before stopping them at Phineas, who felt my stare and looked up. "Did you exclude Ferb from this project?" I asked incredulously.

Ferb nodded his head furiously in protest while Phineas awkwardly scratched his neck.
"Well..." He trailed off.

"Phineas Flynn!" The red-head cringed at my suddenly stern tone of voice. "You know Ferb loves inventing just as much as you do!" I slapped his arm lightly.

"Yes, mother." Phineas muttered sarcastically.

After that, the three of us worked on the hairbrush until it was finished and I may or may not have played around with it...I knew my hair was already really long, but what's a couple more inches?

Once we were done with it, the invention was stashed away in a suitcase and Ferb went back to reading his book on advanced physics. Nerd.

After a while of having nothing to do, the boy's parents returned from an early morning antique show and Lawrence suggested we go on a walk. Before I even had the chance to give Ferb my usual pleading look, he said he was going to stay behind to finish his book, which meant it was just Phineas and I.

Of course, Phineas asked the usual, "are you sure?" in which Ferb replied, as always, with a nod.
With that, Phineas and I were off.

At first, we just wandered around the block the hotel was located on before we ventured about three and a half blocks towards a tourist attraction called Le mur des "je t'aime" or "Wall of Love"

The both of us entered the small garden like venue and stood in front of the wall.
Phineas was fascinated, seeing the same phrase written 311 times in 250 languages, and so was I.

I wonder if it's just coincidence that we stumbled upon this place. I thought as I looked over at Phineas, who was admiring the calligraphy scrawled upon the dark blue tiles.

"You know...I've been thinking." Phineas stated nervously as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"That can be pretty dangerous," I giggled. Phineas only gave me a look that said, "come on now,". My heart fluttered as he smiled shyly and I had to take a deep breath.

"I..." Phineas started again before sighing and rethinking his sentence. "Ever since we got here, to Paris, I started noticing these things that I never noticed before...and Ferb pointed out that I..." The blush that spread from his ears to his cheeks was delightfully amusing as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "might like you," he finished quietly as if he didn't want the other tourists to hear.

I felt the smile that crept onto my face while he was talking drop into a confused frown as my brain processed his words.

He...liked me?
So, does that mean all the suspicious and odd behavior going on with him was because he liked me?!

My brain couldn't stop my lips from opening and the word, "Finally!" escaped my mouth before I caught up and let my hand slap over my lips, as if that would take the words back.

"What?" Phineas grinned crookedly. His eyes shifting around nervously.

I quickly shook my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way!" I laughed, making the red-head in front of my relax a little. " I like you too. Always have. I was just waiting for you to...realize, I guess."

"Well," Phineas took his hands out of his pockets and took my own. "I'm sorry I never noticed and I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier this week and I-"

I didn't let him talk anymore. It was cliche, I know, but shutting him up with a kiss was the best way I knew how to get him quiet at the moment. Besides, I had been waiting for this my whole life, why listen to the apologies when he's already forgiven? They're just keeping me from the love of my life.

Well, that's the END OF THE BOOK!

*Sighs in relief* Just 3 million to go. (that's an exaggeration but you know what I mean)
I book closer to Contractors in a Castle! I hope you loved this book! Don't worry, there will be a sequel, I just don't know when I'll have time to write it. :)

Love you guys! ~Gilly

Edit:I totally FORGOT to update this last chapter! It's been up on Wattpad since October of last year! I'm so sorry! I can't believe it's taken me almost a year to get this last chapter to you guys, I totally flaked. I'm SO SORRY!