Chapter 7

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Maxon's P.O.V.

"You're right. I acted inappropriately tonight Ms. Singer. I'm sorry." I said, my cheeks burning

She stayed pressed up to the balcony.

"I'm sorry." I bowed and rushed out the door

I heard her breath a sigh of relief.


America's P.O.V.

I breathed a sigh relief.

But it sunk in. 

He's not over me. He's not over me!

I flopped onto my bed.

I reached for the phone. Good idea! Let's wake up my boyfriend at 1:30 in the morning

I put it back down.

I screamed into my pillow. I vented to myself

"Who does he think he is!? Waltzing in here like he owns the place. Trying to kiss me when I'm in a relationship and he's married." I fumed

Answer: He's the Prince of Illea. He lives here. And he cares about me.

So I cried myself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh, my lady!" Someone cried, bright morning light fell on me.

I blinked open my puffy eyes.

In front of me were Mary, Lucy, and Anne.

"Girls!" I squealed

Dropping all formalities we squealed and giggled and hugged.

"Are you ok?" Mary asked, straitening her dress.

"Yes, yes. Now can you help me get dressed?" I said, clasping my hands together

"Of course m - America." Lucy smiled

They dressed me in a gorgeous blue sun dress with ruffles. 

"So what are you doing back at the palace?" Lucy asked, pulling out a warm yellow ribbon.

"I'm tutoring Princess Anna and Prince Andrew." I answered, wincing a bit when Anne brushed a knot in my hair

"Oh dear! Have you seen King Maxon yet? Or even worse, Queen Kriss?" Mary gasped

"I've met them both." I sighed

"Were they nice to you?" Anne asked

"Very welcoming." I said

Lucy pulled the ribbon and I was done.

It was a light blue dress with ruffles and shoulder straps. My maids even added a rose gold belt.

 My maids even added a rose gold belt

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