Nobody Knows// Ross Lynch

twenty one

Lorena wiped away her tears as she approached her grandmother's room, trying to shake away the wave of sadness that she knew she had to learn how to deal with in the next few weeks. 

Her small hands knocked on the door, opening it slightly to reveal her grandmother who sat at the edge of the windowsill, looking down while resting her chin on her fist. "Abuela!" She exclaimed, startling the older woman. 

"Lorena, honey! I'm so glad you're alright," The queen responded, rushing over to hug her granddaughter. "I can't believe your mother forced you to do such a thing on live television. You must be devastated over all of this." 

The princess hugged her back, falling into the safety net of her grandmother's touch. "Actually Abuela, I'm doing fine. We all are. But let's move onto other more important matters. How are things going for your birthday celebration?"

Queen Isabel released her grip from Lorena, looking down at her and giving her a faint smile. "We have the line up and we're just waiting to get a few things finalized. What do you say about going with a full latin menu?" 

"We have a full latin menu everyday, Abuela. But if you really want it, I'm sure the kitchen can pull it off," Lorena said, rolling her eyes playfully at this. "If you want, I can definitely be in charge of all the decorations and everything we need to give you the best birthday celebration ever?"

The queen thought about this for a few seconds before throwing her hands in the air, "Oh, alright. Only because I trust that you have a better eye about these things than I do. You know all of my favorites, don't you?" 

"Of course. You won't be disappointed," Lorena declared, nodding her head. 

"And I'm sure that blonde friend of yours will be helping you out with all of this planning, eh?" Queen Isabel hinted, raising her facial features at this thought.

Lorena held onto one of her grandmother's chairs, rocking it back and forth. "Huh?"

"I think he's a wonderful boy. Very nice. Don't you think so?" Isabel questioned, smirking innocently at her. 

The princess didn't know how to react. She danced her fingers around the chair, avoiding eye contact with her. "Yes, I do." 

"He's very handsome as well. I am sure the public would've loved him for you," Isabel continued, making Lorena snap her head back at her. "But he's just a servant, Loren. Do not let that distract you."

"What are you talking about, Abuela?" Lorena asked nervously. 

The queen took a seat on her bed, patting the spot next to her for Lorena to sit on. "I can see it in your eyes, darling. You like him, but you know you cannot." 

"Abuela..."

"Just remember what I'm saying now. It will not end well, Lorena," Isabel finished, laying her cold hand over her granddaughter's. 

They both took a few seconds to admire each other, just focusing on where they both were at the moment, almost as if they knew their time together would be coming to an end. Lorena nodded her head at this, despite knowing her obvious feelings about Ross. 

But atlas, the bells rang above the bedroom door followed by Flora's voice that was beginning to sound a bit annoying to the both of them. "Lorena, you're not off the hook yet. Your mother is waiting for you downstairs," Flora announced, making them both roll their eyes at this. 

"Duty calls, Abuela. I'll see you later, alright?" Lorena asked, waiting for her approval. 

Before the queen could even manage to wave goodbye to her granddaughter, she began to cough lightly. She clutched onto her fabric over her chest, trying to steady her coughs. "Abuela, Abuela!" Lorena exclaimed, rushing her hand along her grandmother's back. "Are you alright?"