It's officially two o'clock in the morning and I have given up on sleep.
It's hard to not think of everything that has happened in the past twelve hours, everything that's going to happen in the next twelve hours, and how in the world I can remember this room for my stay in the palace. It could be a month or it could be forever.
After pondering my future I decided to settle into the dark tan sectional and watch Netflix with a cup of coffee. I will watch for an hour or so, take a quick shower, and then leave two hours to prepare myself to leave, a half an hour with Thomas, and then an hour at the airport.
Three o'clock AM:
After an hour of Friends and two cups of coffee, I feel relaxed but ready to start my day. I am typically not a morning person but circumstances and coffee help a lot.
Three Thirty AM:
The slightly cold water rushed down my back and in my long, not so wavy anymore, blond hair. I scrub down with a lemon scented body wash, and a lemon olive oil shampoo and conditioner. After an efficient fifteen minute shower, I step out in a white towel which highlights my tanned skin. Time to get to work on my appearance.
Four o'clock AM:
After a light blow dry, my hair is ready for Prince William. I decide to leave it down and just brush it, simple yet stunning. Then I add mascara, light gold eyeshadow and bubblegum pink lipstick, and then cover up a couple uneven spots. That's my extent for makeup in this situation. I can't let someone fall for a fake me, and vise versa.
Five thirty AM:
"Ziiiiiiiiiip"
I suck in my stomach and yank at the zipper behind my back. I look in the mirror and don't recognize this girl.
She is beautiful.
She is bold.
This isn't who I was, however I can fake my emotions well.
A girl can hide a lot of things behind a smile.
Six o'clock AM:
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Hey...." I call, staring at my painted nails and feet which would chip within the hour. It's not hard to see Thomas is pleasantly surprised.
"You look good!" He comments, checking me out from the heel of my shoe to the loose pieces of hair on my head. Totally not nervous. If looks could kill, I would have been dead by the age of seven, thats just who Thomas is.
"C-can, could you look after Abigail? Owen is not the best at being organized and is forgetful. Abigail will right but..."
"..you really need to know what's going on."
"Yea" I respond with a small smile.
"I would do anything for you, you know that right?" he asks, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I nod and turn away, grabbing the pink suitcase. I think I am ready.
Abigail, Owen and I hop in the beat up truck and cruz on the road. I stare out the window as country songs come out of the radio. Owen softly hums along, Abigail tapping her toes. We walk up to the airport, and it's quite overwhelming. There are at least a hundred, no five hundred people with signs. Abigail darts up, reaching across me to press her small hands to the window.
"Saige! Look! There is your name!!" she squeals like a cute little pig.
My eyes go from her pointed finger to the mob of people, and she was right. Among the sings with London and Summer, ohh and lots of Daisy, there was Saige too. My heart skipped a beat,
if I couldn't win the prince's heart, maybe I could win the public's...
A handsome man in a black tux and sunglasses comes over to the car door.
"Miss Saige, with me please." he spoke. I vaguely nod in his direction then turn to Owen and Abigail.
"Owen," I sigh as I hug him. "Please please stay organized, remember doctors appointments and keep me updated. Take care of yourself and treat you and Abigail once and awhile"
"Thanks sis, you enjoy yourself, I love you and good luck!" he responds smiling back at me.
"Love you too!" I call
"And you missy," I say tickling Abigail. "Take your pills, go to school, and always watch the updates"
"You don't have to ask me twice!" she says smiling. "I love you!"
"I love you too! Let's hope I make it to Ladies Tea so I can invite you!"
"Hey, no tea for me?" Owen questions with a pouty face. We burst out with tears of laughter.
"Okay, bye! I love you! Stay safe! Stay heathy! Don't burn the apartment done! Don't order takeout every night!"
"Bye!!" they chorus.
The mysterious man chuckles, "it seems you run the show their."
"Don't even get me started!" I respond. Then I plaster my award winning smile and grab my suitcase, ready for whatever is ahead.
authors note:
aughhh the lead up is so slow, but worth the wait. please vote/comment/share!
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