Her Life with the Prince (Completed)

XXXIV

XXXIV

I did not listen to what he had said. I walked away without minding to go in his car and went back to the palace alone. I had no freaking idea where he would go, but wherever it was, my heart broke from the reality that I was only his secondary priority.

Yes, he was a prince. There were a lot of things on his back he needed to carry. However, women had this kind of instinct. They knew when a man was lying or telling the truth. I was one of them. I had no doubt that Prince Alexander's meeting was not just an ordinary government meeting. It was more imperative than that. I just wanted to be with him, but it seemed like he felt different.

Since Christmas season was a month and half away, the city was filled with colorful lights. I strolled on the pavement, I did not know where I should go or where this path ended, but I continued to walk. People around me had their loved ones with them while they were busy eating in restaurants or visiting a park. I was alone, my family was not here, and the only person that made me feel better, drove me away.

A tear fell on my eye when my surprise confession crossed my mind. It was supposed to be in my room, where all the cards I made last night occupied my bed. All cards were heart shape or there were hearts drew on the cover. It contained all the poems about love I researched from the internet. Then, there were ten bigger cards, where a heart between my name and his were written on each card.

Together with the cards were the petals of two dozen of roses. Scented candles shaped a heart in the middle of my room, and inside it was red candles formed with the answer he wanted from me, YES. Supposedly, I would light it once we were done with our dinner. But it seemed like, there would be no dinner, and no confession would happen.

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I entered my room and immediately cleaned up all the cards, roses, and candles. There was no reason anymore to display these things in my room. I felt tired all of a sudden when I started cleaning my bed. I had no sleep because I forced to finish my plan. What he did to me was more than rejection.

All I wanted was to sleep. So, after I put all in several paper bags, I laid down on my bed, not thinking to change my clothes. I was too damn tired, physically and emotionally, including mentally. I might end up to the asylum if I kept on dreaming that Prince Alexander would change because of me.

The ringtone on my mobile phone killed the deafening silence. Wait, my mobile phone? He did not return it to me since Paulo and I had some time in the London Eye. How come it was ringing in my room?

The sound was still playing when I decided to sit up and opened my lids. I possibly slept for less than an hour. I felt ache in my head and it was hard for me to prevent my eyes to shut again. I walked my gaze to see where the ringtone was coming from. I stopped when I saw it on my study table.

I was right, it was my antic phone that disturbed my rest. Nobody was calling me, it was only an alarm clock. It would not stop if I did not click the dismiss button.

No choice, I stood on the ground and walked to the table where all my paper works were waiting for me. I held the phone near the edge of my table and clicked it to stop its loudness. I was wondering why it was here, when two messages popped out. They all came from the contact name, 'A.J.P.L.'

I chuckled, knowing it was only a dream. Duh, my phone was mysteriously placed here, then Prince Alexander texted me. I did not remember I saved his number. To assure my conclusion, I pinched my cheek...and it hurt. Same with my other cheek and both arms, even my tummy. Oh my gosh, I was not dreaming.

Without a second thought, I viewed the SMS, which was both received today at seven PM. The two had same messaged,

'Let's have dinner at 7:30 in the Bel Canto restaurant.'