The Actress and the Prince

•Chapter 45•

I had to wake up at the butt crack of dawn the next morning. My flight was scheduled to leave at 9:00, but taking into account the traffic and the security and all things annoying at the airport, I had to wake up at 5:00 AM. I rolled out of bed and decided to just wear what I had slept in. Messy bun, hoodie, and sweatpants. I still felt like shit from yesterday, but I had to get moving. Quincy was driving me to the airport.

My bags were already packed from yesterday. All I had to do was unplug my phone and shove the charger into my bag. But as I started making my way to the main lobby, I suddenly remembered something.

I dropped my bags and rummaged through until I found what I was looking for. Quincy could wait. I jogged up the stairs and ran through the familiar hallways. I ran through the hallway in which the garden looked beautiful with the sunrise through the giant windows. I couldn't focus on the beauty though. I had to get to where I was going.

Logan's room came into view. I slowed down and tried to steady my breathing. I had to be quiet. I reached into the hoodie pocket and looked down at what I had gotten from my bag.

I slid the ticket under his door in the hopes that maybe he would have time to come. I knew he probably wouldn't, but I wanted to hope for it. Turning on my heel, I walked back to the main doors.

"Are you ready?" Quincy picked up my belongings.

I gripped my necklace tightly. I tended to do that under moments of stress.

"Yeah," I glanced back as the castle got further and further away, until the sight of it disappeared when we were too far away to see it.

...

I slept for most of the plane ride. I was tired from the days spent in the palace; the different events that had occurred. I couldn't even begin to think of how horrible I had left things. Logan was probably still upset from us splitting up. Damien was probably pissed at me for kissing Logan. Terrence was probably so out of the loop that he probably didn't know I had been hanging out with Damien. And Oliver had already left to see Alissa. I wondered what her reaction had been. He was supposed to have landed yesterday.

I had a dream mixed with a nightmare while I was sleeping on the plane. I was standing in the middle of the ballroom in the palace, both Damien and Logan were standing before me, decked out in full on royal attire. They wore blank expressions that chilled me to the bone.

"Choose," Alissa stood behind me. Her expression was blank too. "Choose." Her mouth wasn't moving, but I knew it was her talking.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice wouldn't work.

"Choose," Logan and Damien said at the same time. I turned to face them, but there was only Damien.

"I can't," I could suddenly speak. "I can't."

"You already have," Damien's lips were on mine. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. Yet I was kissing him back. It was like I was being controlled by someone else.

As if on cue, I saw that I was a puppet. And the puppeteer was Logan.

I woke up in a cold sweat, the passengers looking at me strangely when they saw the look of terror on my face.

What had that meant? Was it my subconscious telling me to be with Damien? And why was Logan making me kiss Damien?

What if that was my inner conscious' sway of telling me that Logan wants me to move on?

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