History Repeats Itself - A Prince Harry Fanfiction

Chapter Ten

Emmy's older sister, Lucy, invited herself round for coffee on Saturday. By now, all the "gossip" sites had the news of Prince Harry's new girlfriend plastered all over the headlines, and Lucy thought that her little sis could do with some support to help her get through the sudden interest in her and her life.

"But how are you?" Lucy pressed, after Emmy had answered her first 'how are you' with "Fine".

Emmy shrugged as she rolled her eyes. "Normal."

"You have some of the worst paparazzi in the world traipsing after you every day, and you're 'fine'?" Lucy raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"It's not that bad-" Emmy began.

"Bullshit."

"Really," she insisted. "There's not that many of them, and they only follow me in the morning. They've kind of...given up on chasing me home. And Chris picked me up the last two days anyway."

"They've given up after two days?" Lucy asked, unconvinced. "Wow. Weaklings."

"I can't have been that interesting," Emmy replied dismissively.

"Oh, right," Lucy said, rolling her eyes. "And the fact that you're supposedly shagging the fourth in line to the throne isn't enough to keep them interested?"

"I'm not shagging him," Emmy said.

"They don't know that," Lucy answered, with a smirk.

"Who told you about our...situation, anyway?" Emmy asked irritably.

"Father," Lucy said. "He wanted me to know so that I could keep an eye on you. And, of course, you'll need a maid of honour."

"Aren't you too busy modelling?" she said, bitter.

"No! I can always make time for you, little sister." Lucy's tone seemed somewhat condescending and Emmy, who was not her sister's biggest fan, felt annoyed. "To be honest, it would've made more sense to get me to marry Harry. I mean, I'm only fiveyears younger than him, and I'm willing."

"Then why don't you?" Emmy mumbled, her attention now on her drink. She knew when Lucy started a self-appreciation conversation, and Emmy did not want part in it.

"Apparently Father didn't want Harry to get in the way of my career," she explained.

"You're a model," Emmy said. "It's hardly the most important job in the world."

Lucy flared up. "Of course!" she said sarcastically. "No where near as important as working in Starbucks."

Emmy scowled. "Why are you here, Lucy? Why don't you just go?"

It took Lucy a total of three fuming seconds to stalk her way from the apartment, leaving Emmy alone and depressed. Speaking with her sister normally had that effect on her: Lucy's many achievements would be thrust in her face, and Emmy would end up feeling pointless. Now, however, she simply felt angry.

She didn't have time to be angry, though. For once in her life, she had a "schedule". She had a meeting to be at, and her bad mood would have to go.

Emmy felt nervous as she crept down the corridor. She'd been directed to Edward's office by one of the guards at the gates, and then again by a lady in the palace lobby, all of which merely contributed to her clammy hands and pounding heart. She had no idea why she was so anxious; she'd met Edward before, and Harry would be there, a constant reassurance – when he wasn't being an asshole.

She hesitated outside his door, taking a few moments for a few deep breaths. These next few hours would undoubtedly be non-stop marriage and non-stop engagement. She wasn't looking forward to it.