Be My Princess (Fanfiction): A Forgotten Memory

Chapter 8

After Prince Roberto had saved me from the paparazzi. They barely approached me. All they did was take a few snapshots of me when I would exit the bakery shop.

I don't think I could live like this, I thought as I had lunch inside the café instead of outside.

Out of curiosity, I looked at what the newspaper had to say about me.

It was all lies, of course, because they were talking about how I was some long lost family member of a well known Noble family in Charles.

"Yeah," I muttered as I set the newspaper aside. "As if that's true."

Was it though? I thought as the information nagged at my brain. I didn't remember much about my fathers family. In fact, they never really approached me after the accident. It was always my mothers family.

The other reason why it was hard living with my mothers family was because they lived overseas-- and I knew that I had to stay here, close to Oriens as possible. It was because of Glenn.

I shook my head as I finished my lunch.

No, I thought as I left the café. That's not possible.

I was close to the bakery shop when a car honked at me. It had the flag of Oriens on it.

The door opened and Glenn took hold of my hand-- practically pulling me into the car.

"Are the stories true?" He asked as the paparazzi went crazy outside of the car.

"Are what stories true?" I asked as I sat correctly in the seat next to Glenn.

"The stories about you being from a Noble family, of course."

I shook my head incredulously.

"I don't know," I said after a moment as I didn't look at him. "I have no idea, Glenn."

"How can you--"

"I don't remember," I cut him off, "but one things for sure. Those stories are not true."

They just have to be, I thought.

"You say that, but you can't remember." He muttered.

"Well, I--" I put a hand to my forehead. A headache was forming. "I'm sorry that I can't clarify the stories about me, Glenn. What I tell you, that's what I know. I don't remember."

He nodded as he studied me.

"Are you okay?"

"With the paparazzi? No." I chuckled half-heartedly.

"No," He put a hand on my shoulder gently. "You look pale. Does your head hurt?"

"I'm fine." I lied. "I just get a headache sometimes if I try to remember my past."

He nodded as he brushed a few strands of my hair away from my face, the ones that had stuck to my forehead.

"I'm sorry," He said. "It's just-- I don't like the fact that every newspaper and tabloid is talking about you, making up rumors."

"It's fine." I lied again as I stared into his eyes.

"All right," He said as we waited for the paparazzi to retreat again. "If you say so, Linda."

Yu opened the door for me and it was all a blur after that.

The paparazzi had immediately surrounded me. Asking the same questions as Glenn.

I don't know! I yelled in my mind as Glenn pulled me back into the car.

Who was I? I thought as we drove away from the paparazzi, from the bakery shop. Were all those stories about me true? Who knew.

All I cared about now was the pain that was pulsating throughout my head.

"Linda," Glenn put an arm around me. "Are you really okay?"

I shook my head as I clutched my head.

After we exited Nobel Michel, I lost consciousness.

Author's Note:

Yeah, there's going to be an ultra mega plot twist. Lol.

Until next time, my lovelies!