“Why did you do that?” I asked as dad and I went inside the Palace. I was so angry and very upset. I was ready to tell Jackson that I was the Princess.
“It’s better for him to know now, Emie.” Dad said as mum walked in the entrance area where dad and I were.
“What’s going on?” Mum said when she saw I had been crying.
I said angrily to mum. “Dad’s what happened...he ruined my sixth month anniversary with Jackson.”
“You’ve been seeing him for six months...” Dad looked at mum and asked “Did you know about this Lizzie?”
Mum looked at me then at dad and replied “Yes, I knew...Tony, dear there is nothing I want for our daughter except for her to be happy.”
“Well dad just ruined my happiness.” I said before I went to my room and cried for the rest of the night.
The following day I went to the bakery where Jackson worked. Mr Heller was behind the counter again, he smiled when he saw me. “Princess Emily, you look dreadful. I’m sorry about what happened.”
“I am, too...is he here?” I asked shyly.
Mr Heller replied “He’s out back, just go through.”
I went out the back of the bakery and found Jackson carrying a bag of flour on his shoulders from one side of the room to the other.
“Jackson...” I said as he threw the bag of flour on the floor. “Can we talk?”
He looked at me like he wished I wasn’t there and it hurt. “What’s there to talk about, Emily? I fell in love with someone who I’ve dreamed of marrying and now...the one person I let in, didn’t let me in and tell me who they actually were. You can’t go back from that.”
Jackson just told me, he loved me and I loved him too.
“I had to make sure you liked me for me then I fell in love with you, too. Jackson, I love you and I meant what I said on our second date. There’s no other place I’d rather be than with you and that I don’t want you to disappear.”
I missed Jackson more often than I should, I know that he cares about me but deep down I also know that I should’ve told Jackson the day we kissed that I was the Princess.
“I can’t do this right now, Emily. Just leave...please.”
That wasn’t an order but a pleading request which I obeyed and regretted immediately.
Weeks went by from that day, school was boring and my parents just made me focus on my upcoming season in four months. No matter how hard I tried to forget Jackson it felt impossible and it hurt every time I saw his mum, Fiona at the Palace.
The invitations for the season went out to the people who were going to attend and I didn’t know half of them, Fiona was invited so hopefully Jackson will come. For the ceremony I asked mum. “Can you please get Fiona to make my dress?”
“Of course, have you heard from Jackson?” Mum asked sadly.
I shook my head then said “You know that silver dress I wore to the banquet, one like that would be great for the Cotillion.”
“Okay, Emily. I will ask Fiona.”
I gave mum a hug then said “Thank you, mum.”