Be My Princess (Fanfiction): A Forgotten Memory

Chapter 7

Alan had fallen asleep when Glenn and the Princes came back from the interview.

Glenn gently carried a sleeping Alan in his arms.

"How did you get him to take a nap?" He asked as he looked at Yu.

Yu shrugged.

"Why, does he not like naps?" My eyes widened as the Princes stifled laughs.

"Alan's not one to like taking naps." Prince Edward whispered. "In fact, he loves to throw fits about them rather than taking them."

"Oh," I brushed a few of his bangs away from his forehead. "Well, he must have been tired after his adventure. All I did was just play with him until he couldn't keep his eyes open."

"You're good with kids." Prince Joshua remarked.

I blushed. "I guess so. I've babysat before..." I trailed off as if it wasn't a big deal, which it wasn't.

"Do you need a ride home?" Glenn asked once we exited the waiting room.

I looked down at my watch. I still had time to buy some groceries.

"No, I actually have to go and get some groceries." I said as I slowly walked toward the grocery store.

Glenn nodded. "It was nice seeing you, Linda."

I nodded. "It was nice seeing you too."

Then I was off to the grocery store.

By the time I got home it was already dark.

I sighed as I laid down on my bed after I put all of the groceries in the refrigerator.

"Today was sure an adventure," I muttered as I looked at the dress that I bought.

Before I went to lay down I hung it in the closet.

I smiled as I got ready for bed.

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On my way to work...was weird.

I was being followed by paparazzi.

Why would they be following me? I thought as I went into the bakery shop.

That was a stupid question. Of course, they'd follow me because of yesterday.

I sighed as I began to help my manager put the new pastries in the display cases.

"They've been there for quite some time now." My manager said once we were finished.

"Yeah," I said as I eyed them nervously.

"Maybe they think they'll find one of the Princes here." She teased before she went in the back to bake some special orders, as usual.

"Maybe," I muttered as I greeted a customer.

Thanks to the paparazzi, there weren't that much customers today.

I sighed as I took my lunch break.

"You're not going to go through the front?" My manager smirked as she greeted a customer.

"No," I said as I took off my apron. "I think I'll avoid the paparazzi."

She laughed. "Good idea."

I shook my head as I left through the back, but that didn't change anything.

Once I was back on the street, they began to follow me.

I inwardly groaned. Why me, of all people?

When I reached the small café. I finally understood why they were following me. There was a picture of me in all of the tabloids as I parted the Princes yesterday.

Are you kidding me? I thought as my heart pounded in my chest nervously.

The paparazzi smirked as they began to take pictures of me after I was finished with my lunch.

Everyone was looking at me.

This isn't happening, I thought repeatedly. This just can't be happening.

I tried to go back to the bakery shop, but they cornered me.

"What is your relation with the Prince of Oriens?" One asked as the flashing of camera had gotten worse.

"What is your relation with all the Princes?"

Like I would tell you, I thought sarcastically as I covered my face with my hand from the cameras.

As I tried to get away again one stood in front of me.

"Step aside, please." I kept my hand in front of my face as I walked passed him.

"Aww, she's shy."

Yeah, and you're annoying!

"Please!" I said as I had only reached the flower shop.

"Hey!" Someone ran up to us and pushed me behind him. "Leave her alone. I believe you already got enough pictures already."

The paparazzi groaned a little before they left.

"Are you okay?" The person who had saved me was Prince Roberto.

"Yeah," I muttered as I brushed a few strands of my hair away from my face.

He smiled down at me sweetly.

"I think your hands tell me otherwise."

"Oh," I looked at my trembling hands. "I guess I'm a little shaken up a bit."

"Yeah," He looked at down at the retreating paparazzi. "They can have that affect on you if you're not used to them."

"Is that what you and the Princes go through every day?"

He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. It's not fun, I can tell you that."

"I wouldn't imagine it being fun at all." I said as we began to walk down to the bakery shop. "Well, thank you. For saving me."

Prince Roberto shook his head. "Your welcome, Linda."

"Well, I should go back to work now..." I trailed off as my back hit against the door of the bakery shop.

"Right," He said as he waved goodbye.

I waved back before I went inside.

"Who was that?" My manager said once I entered.

"No one in particular." I said as I put my apron back on.

"Uh-huh," She shook her head as I went back to my shift.

At least, my manager would worry about my relation with Prince Roberto and not why the Paparazzi were beginning to follow me-- hopefully.

Author's Note:

Ooh, is there a problem brewing?

Until next time, my lovelies!