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...
(This should all have been one chapter, but too many text pics! Those two... )
Jen woke to a ping at 7am the next morning. She groaned, and grabbed her phone.
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Ugh... really? She watched the phone for a little while.
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Jen cackled, hoping Olivia was one of the some.
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She waited, but he was obviously keeping her in suspense.
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Jen tried to picture these ladies, but couldn't be bothered to google them all.
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Almost immediately she was presented with links to Cordonian press articles about the suitors. She looked through them all in turn. She'd seen Olivia's picture before, she was a real beauty, but she could see what Maxwell meant about Madeleine being an ice queen. She had a resting bitch face to die for, platinum blonde hair a la Taylor Swift, and an aura of style and composure.
She had a look at the others. Lady Hana was obviously of oriental origin, she was just as beautiful as the first two. She went on to look at Lady Kiara and Lady Penelope, they were far plainer. But then, it might not all be about looks. Maybe they would make better queens. Maybe Rick would fall for one of them, like he might have fallen for her.
She sighed, and tapped out a reply.
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She was curious.
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She waited. Maybe Anita had been onto something.
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She laughed.
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Jen couldn't help but crease up with laughter. Poor Maxwell.
There was a tap on her door. "What's so hilarious at ten past seven in the morning, Jen?"
"Oh, sorry Neet..." she called out.
"It's okay, I'll stick your breakfast on."
She tapped out a quick reply.
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Laughing again, she tapped out one last message.
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Then she put her phone down, and pulled on her robe, heading to the shower to start her day with a spring in her step and a smile on her face.
