Be My Princess (Fanfiction): A Forgotten Memory

Chapter 3

The Ball was extravagant. Never would I have imagined that I would attend one, even on my eighteenth birthday.

Once we had entered the Ballroom, the other Crown Princes greeted me as if they've known me all their lives.

Did Glenn tell them about me? I thought as I smiled at all of the Princes politely. That he had met a girl his age ten years, and he suddenly had some kind "dibs" on me or something?

Prince Roberto was the first to bring up my amnesia, since they had all stopped at the entrance of the Castle-- when Glenn had stopped to "reunite" with me. Only to having his reunion turn upside down.

"I can't believe that you have amnesia." Prince Roberto said as he offered me a glass of champagne. "It must be hard to not remember things."

Out of politeness, I took it.

Prince Keith and Prince Edward had given Prince Roberto a warning look.

Glenn wasn't with us, he had to dance with a girl.

"What," Prince Roberto gave them an innocent look.

"I think what Keith and Edward are trying to project is," Prince Joshua took a sip of his wine, "that you're being a bit too straight forward."

Prince Roberto looked at me. "Was I being too straight forward?"

"No," I smiled faintly. "When I meet people that I'd known before the car accident-- they ask me the same thing. 'That it must be tough to not remember things'. It's true in a way, not remembering things-- important things-- can be difficult, frustrating even."

"Do you get frustrated when you can't remember certain things?" Prince Joshua asked, intrigued.

I nodded. "On certain things, yes."

Like trying to remember Glenn for instance, I thought as I took a small sip of the champagne. Eh, might as well just drink it.

All of the Princes had looked at me as if they could read my mind, which had made me quite uncomfortable.

When Glenn had came to mingle with us. I took him by the hand without thinking and led him out to a balcony.

He raised an eyebrow down at me when I had released my hand from his.

"Did you tell the other Princes about me?" I said as I looked down at my glass of champagne. "Because...it feels like that you have."

Glenn looked back at us, at the party. "I did." He admitted. "But all I ever told them was that I had met a wonderful girl named, Linda, when I was a child. I guess that story has stuck to them ever since I told them."

"And when did you exactly tell them...that story about me?" I demanded as I took another sip of the champagne. Before I knew it I had downed it all in one gulp.

"I don't know," He scratched the back of his head. "A few months ago, when I had turned eighteen."

"You remembered that day ever since?" I cautiously looked into his eyes.

He nodded. "I've never forgotten you, Linda."

Glenn was close to me then, so close, that our lips could have touched, but I took a step back. Putting some space between us.

I was about to leave, but he stopped me.

"Happy Birthday," He muttered as he looked away. His hand still on my arm, "by the way."

"You know that today's my birthday?" I questioned as he released my arm from his grip.

Glenn nodded as he blushed slightly. "You had told me when we had played together. Back then you said it was to--"