America becomes a 6.America works in the palace making clothes and jewelry for the royal family and any guests. She is the head of that area of staff. But one day when she has to fit Maxon for a princely suit that is so fancy will they have an immed...
America's POV... I'm about to get out of my bed to get ready for the day when someone-most likely Maxon- knocks on my bedroom door. "Come in, " I groan. Sure enough, Maxon opens the door. "Good morning darling, " he says. "Morning, " I say turning onto my side in my bed. "I have bad news, " he says. "What!" I exclaim sitting up. "The royal family of Germany is coming today, " Maxon spills. "Ugh, " I groan flopping backward. "Wait Maxon I have work probably until dinner, " I say. He nods. I get up to brush my hair. He hugs me. "That's fine...but when you do come to join us for dinner feel free to wear a princess dress. It needs to be a bigger slap in the face for Alexander, " he smirks. I just laugh. "What?" Maxon asks. "I love you, " I say. "I love you too, " he says. Later right before dinner...
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I get dressed in what Maxon instructed-a princess dress. I do my hair in an updo and I put makeup on. I pull my shoulders back and my head up. I walk up to the great room. Then I walk in and go towards the table. Everyone's heads turn and Maxon's jaw drops. Clarkson and Amberly look smug like they know what is going on. Alexander can't stop staring. I sit next to Maxon of course. He grabs my hand under the table. "You look stunning, " Maxon whispers in my ear. I blush. He gives me a quick kiss. I catch the queen of Germany staring at my hands a few times. "America you look gorgeous, " Queen Anna says. "Thank you, " I respond. "So when will Illèa have a princess?" King Albert asks. I choke on my water. "I would like to know the same thing, Albert, " Anna says. "Not sure, " I respond. "I do watch the reports you know, " Anna informs. I laugh and so does Maxon. A maid comes over and curtsies to me. "Yes?" I ask. "Someone is on the phone for you Lady America, " she says. I nod. "Excuse me, " I say getting up. They all nod. I go down to my office. "Hello?" I call on the phone. "AHHH AMERICA!!!"May squeals. Maxon's POV... "Oh my gosh you two are adorable, " Anna sighs. "Thanks, " I say. "They really are!" my mom agrees. "So Maxon when is the proposal?" Albert asks. "Ummm I'm not sure, " I say. "May I use the restroom?" Alexander asks my parents. "Of course, " my mother says. Alexander probably drank a gallon of water so I'm not surprised that he has to. America's POV... After a while, on the phone with my family, I finally can go back to dinner. I get up out of my desk chair and someone knocks on the door. It's probably Maxon. I walk over to the door and I open it. NO! It's Alexander. "Yes?" I inquire. "You look very pretty today America, " he smirks. "Thank you, " I say shortly trying to get past him. He tries to get closer to me and I back away. "You should dump Maxon and be with me, " he breathes. I start quickly walking back to the great room. He follows me talking the whole way and trying to put an arm around me and bleh! I finally get to the great room and I order, "Stop!" I walk briskly and angrily back to Maxon. "America-" Maxon starts. I glare at him and I think he understands since Alexander walked in right behind me. Maxon gets up. Wait what is he doing. He grabs Alexander by the collar and drags him out of the room. Oh my gosh, I can't believe he did that. I purse my lips. Queen Anna and Maxon exchange glances as he comes back. Maxon sits back down next to me. "Maxon you didn't-" I start. "America, " he rolls his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yes, " I respond. He grabs my hand. Alexander comes waltzing back in. Maxon goes to get up but I yank him back down. "Leave it...you made your point, " I whisper. He takes a deep breath. Maxon and I get up. "See you later, " I wave. Maxon and I walk out of the room. His arm is wrapped around my waist. As soon as we leave the room a photographer comes up to us. "Your highness, Lady America, " he bows. "Yes?" Maxon inquires. "I work for a magazine and we were wondering if we could get a photoshoot with a few different outfits of you two, " he inquires. Ugh, a photoshoot! Maxon looks at me. I know eventually, we would have to do one unless we break up. I nod. "Umm do you want us to change yet or?" I ask. "No miss. We are going to start just like this, " he instructs. We nod. We take a bunch of pictures. "You twos outfits photographed perfectly so I think I'm done for the day, " he says. Thank goodness.
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