A New York waitress has a chance encounter with a prince, and is then offered the opportunity of a lifetime! But...she doesn't have a valid passport! Is the fairytale over before it even began? Or will Jen still find her happily ever after? This is...
Jen had worked a full day following her night out with Rick and his friends, had arrived back home completely exhausted, and had gone to bed almost immediately, having eaten enough in the way of rejected orders at work to get her through.
The next day, she had another breakfast shift, followed by an evening shift, which meant she had a bit of a break in-between to get some lunch, and think about the craziness of that night, and indeed the craziness of the morning after. She found herself daydreaming about the handsome prince on her walk home; how pathetic. Despite Maxwell's little invitation, Rick still could have been anyone, after all. She still hadn't googled him.
On arriving back at her apartment, she headed into the kitchen and considered her lunch options. The fridge was pretty empty, and the cupboards bare. Anita was supposed to have gone shopping yesterday. Obviously she hadn't. She groaned, and threw herself down on the sofa.
Her laptop was on the coffee table, and sitting up again, she grabbed it and powered it up. Once she was into her browser, she typed "Prince Rick Cordonia" into the search engine.
Ohmygosh.. there he is!
Picture after picture of Rick appeared on her screen. She scrolled through them in awe. Pictures of him at events, pictures of him on the balcony of his palace. Pictures of him with a gorgeous redhead on his arm, who was that? A picture of him with another gorgeous blonde guy, was that the brother he'd mentioned? It had to be.
Oh, hey, there was Maxwell in the background of one of the pictures. Seemingly minding his own business, oblivious to his Google-fame.
She smiled, and thought about searching for Maxwell. But she realised she couldn't remember what he'd said his surname was.
One way to find out.
She grabbed her phone, and looked again at the selfie he'd sent her. At least she'd smiled, she hadn't really been in the mood for having her photograph taken. But, he'd somehow managed to charm her into it.
She tapped out a reply.
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Okay, maybe that came across a bit creepy. But was it creepier than inviting someone you'd only just met to your country to compete for the opportunity to marry your friend? Probably not.
The apartment door opened again, and Anita came in. "Hey Jen."
"Hey," she sighed. "Guessing you forgot to go shopping yesterday..."
"I'm so sorry, Jen. Things got a little hectic yesterday."
"Huh, was a little hectic at the bar too..."
"Hey, I'm going this afternoon, I swear."
"But I'm hungry now, and I've got work again at five..."
Anita sighed. "Hey. Tell you what. Let's go out for lunch. My treat. What d'you fancy?"
"Aw, really Neet? That sounds amazing. Hey, I can tell you all about my date with this guy..." She showed Anita the laptop screen.
