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 went into the next few days with a spring in her step. Despite that Sunday having been the worst day she could remember for a long time, the way it had ended had cancelled out all the negativity. She'd decided she didn't need romance in her life right now, be that with the pathetic Daniel or the charismatic Rick. Just knowing she had the kind of friend who was always there at the other end of the phone with a reminder that she was awesome and she had got this was the best feeling right now.
She soon took delivery of the second YouTube video and although she watched it and awwwd at how cute Hana and Drake were together, she decided not to stress about any practical learning at this point. After all, given Maxwell's confession that he was as broke as she was, it was evidently going to take the two of them a while to save up for that ticket.
She still felt a little uncomfortable with Rick's take on things. That he still wanted to get to know her better, but not as a potential bride. Especially when he and his red-headed siren were joined at the hip and happy. But then, if she kept in touch with Rick, how would it be any different to her keeping in touch with Maxwell? Because, that was completely platonic, right? Well, from his side, anyway. So, maybe this could be too.
Daniel was sheepish the next time she encountered him at work, no more was said about their disaster of a second date, although the fact that she hadn't received any texts or calls from him while she'd been on the call to Maxwell said all that Jen needed to know. She was civil to him though, what was the point of making a scene?
She'd mentioned what had happened with Brad and Daniel to Anita, who had been sympathetic but a little bemused at how well she had dealt with it all. She didn't want to mention the reason why, because she had a feeling Anita would never let her hear the end of it. She'd get the wrong idea for sure.
She'd also managed to get through to her friend Amy for a chat, which was pretty much impossible these days. Amy had been instrumental in helping her escape from her life with Brad, and she figured it was only fair to offer her an update. Amy had been sympathetic and quite impressed; they'd arranged to meet for a long overdue catchup on Saturday afternoon, Jen thought she might tell Amy about her new friend, she would understand.
The next few daily updates were brief but reassuring. Maxwell had company at his place in the shape of Drake and Hana, and she was pleased for him. He didn't have too much to update her on other than the fact that Drake had now officially drunk all the whisky in the duchy's wine cellar and Hana was trying to convince her parents who kept calling that she was still at the palace but had just been managing to avoid the press cameras at the various functions. Jen had reminded Maxwell that he was supposed to be figuring out how to tell Drake the massive secret about his sister and the nephew they shared – but that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Or, unseeing eyes, anyway. Still, he seemed chirpy and she was chirpy back.
But Tuesday's update made her sit upright with a bolt.
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