Putting things back in order in Mama's room after I messed them up so that no one, not even Mother, will be able to find out what I discovered as if nothing happened. Mama, Allerick, and Blythe (who just got home from school) are all in the cab. Blythe and Allerick jumped out of the cab and ran to me, with Allerick embracing me with his gleeful arms. "Ateeeeeee you're here!" Allerick couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Are you staying here tonight?" I knelt a little so I could reach him. "I won't be around for long; I'm leaving right away. Gemma's here because I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay. So, how's school going? Did I miss anything?" "Well, you missed Blythe's play, but she said it was alright because it wasn't that important," Allerick explained. "But it's a shame because you missed out on seeing how talented Blythe is." Allerick started telling his stories, and he wouldn't quit telling until he finished. Allerick was a big talker, which he inherited from our

The horn sounded near midnight, signaling the arrival of the prince and king. We are all required to crawl out of our beds to greet them upon their return. I can't help but feel nervous just thinking about seeing him. I haven't seen him in two weeks, and despite my strong desire to do so, I cannot seem to make it happen because we still have some unfinished business. As the car approached the palace, we lined up in preparation for its arrival. The first person to exit the vehicle was the prince, but no king exited the vehicle. As a sign of our reverence for the prince, we bowed our heads. After two weeks, I was finally able to see the prince again. Our gazes meet, but I can't stand staring at him for long, so I immediately avert my gaze. After the prince reached the head of the line, we left the line. I waited a few minutes before heading back to the room, and once I knew I wouldn't run into the prince, I headed upstairs. At least, that's what I thought would have happened. He remai

“Bienvenido a España!” As we exited the airport, we heard the words being yelled at by a few individuals in the waiting area. “Welcome to España,” We didn't slack off or take a break. We hailed a cab and rushed to the location marked on the piece of paper that Emmet's brother had handed us. The flight from Madrid to Segovia costs 200 euros. His face beamed with anticipation at the prospect of finally reuniting with his mother after so much time had passed. Because he had to go through everything by himself, he had a burning desire to have a person he could call his own mother. When everything seems to be working against him, he doesn't even have anyone to comfort him with a hug. But things are about to change, and Prince Augustus will soon meet the person he has been looking forward to spending time with for a very long time. We've been traveling for about two hours and have reached Pedraza, Segovia. His mother is probably around here somewhere. "Gracias, señor," I said, stumbling o

“Can you please at least tell me where she is? Where is my mother, uncle?” The word “uncle” was not the word the king expected him to hear. But somehow that word made him realize something. That is to tell the prince where the princess is. “Fix yourself. She can't see you like that," he said, commanding the guard to lift the prince off his knees. “Mr. Osiris,” Mr. Osiris stepped forward. “Ready the prince. Have him wear the best suit.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Everyone went back to their respective jobs. In a room, where one of the servants puts the suit on him, prepared for him by Mr. Osiris. I just sat on the side while he was deep in thought, not caring what the others were doing. Afterward, the king asks the prince to go downstairs, where there’s a caddie cart waiting for him. He hops into the cart without turning around. Maybe he doesn’t want me to go with him. The caddie where Prince Augustus was riding was already ahead. And I was about to go back when the king asked me to hop

We all stared at Lincoln; we were confused like him. Their eyes shifted to the big screen, where both Lincoln's and Deacon's faces were shown. No, this is not what I want. I didn't bring Lincoln here to compete with Deacon. I'm here to finally stop their quarrel, not to make things worse. Someone set us up; this person knows Lincoln is here. This is my fault; if I hadn’t caused a scene earlier, none of this would have happened. Unlike me, who was anxious about this, people are beginning to jump out of excitement. As if they had been waiting for this fight for a long time. Both are inside their car, which is in the white line. They started the engine of their car together and are now waiting for the woman in the middle to lower the flag she was raising. And when the countdown finishes, the battle between the two number-one racers begins. The shouts of the people were almost deafening to my ears. Along with the loud sound of the exhaust, their hands were banging the fences. And the sh