Socially Inept (Sequel to Politically Incorrect)

“So, I hear that the journalist from the paper is coming on Saturday. Isn’t that a bit much for you to handle? The engagement party stuff and an interview?” Christine asked, still typing a text into her phone.

“Eh…I’ve handled worse.” I said, nonchalantly. I could think of a hundred other things that had been worse in the past. Though, I wasn’t looking forward to the interview. Even though I had gotten over the injury, all the tabloids still wanted to know all of the details and every little secret of how Ian and I came to be together. We had our own little story planned out for them. Though Ian, being who he was, wanted to tell them that it was because I was knocked up and we didn’t want to have a child out of wedlock. He got a quick slap for that idea…

Thankfully, I wasn’t pregnant. I had been really afraid of that after everything with Logan. I knew Ian had been too, he just hadn’t mentioned anything. He was smart enough to know that mentioning anything like that wasn’t a good idea. As for Logan, he was locked up these days. I wasn’t sure what exactly was in store for him, but I had a feeling it wasn’t good. Rape and attempted murder (especially of the prince’s fiancé) were not good things to have on your record…

My blackberry buzzed and I looked down to see that I had to go and take Alex to his piano recital. Alex was also turning seven soon and the affair was supposed to be pretty big. Children’s parties weren’t my forte, but I had a feeling I’d have more fun planning that than my own wedding. For some reason, I had no idea what I wanted.

“Are you coming with me to Alex’s recital?” I asked Christine and she shrugged.

“I suppose I ought to. Is Ian going too?”

“No, he has a meeting.” I replied, feeling a little sad inside at the thought. Ian and I hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together since the announcement of our engagement and my return from the hospital. He spent a lot of time with his father now. Being the heir to the throne meant a lot of responsibilities now, and I wasn’t necessarily the top priority. I didn’t take any offense at that because I knew the importance of his title, but it still made me a little depressed when I could go a week without really talking to him.

“He’s always in a damn meeting.” Christine mumbled. After I got Alex and Regina, we headed out into the car and toward the hall where his recital was taking place. Cassie was in another car behind us and we were surrounded with security as usual.

“Do you ever think it’s a little overkill? You know, when we have all these police surrounding us everywhere we go?” Christine asked and I shrugged.

“It only feels that way until you really need them.” I answered her, looking out the window. “Always makes me feel a little safer at least.” I tacked on, shuddering when I thought of only a few months ago when I wished I had been trailed by security like I was today.

Ever since the accident, I still couldn’t lift my left arm above a certain distance. The pain was always excruciating, and I still had a stiffness in my chest that I was certain would never go away. As for the ugly scar, I was planning to have it airbrushed for the wedding. Until then, I just planned on keeping it covered. I just continued to dress the way I was used to, after I had stolen my clothes back from Christine that is.

I didn’t see much of Chad recently, which was even more saddening. He spent a lot more time in the country with Anise, and I felt they were getting more serious by the day. They claimed everything was still casual between them, but I wasn’t an idiot. It was obvious that Anise was already head over heels.

The same went with Fiore, though that wasn’t due to any real romantic tie to anyone. Fiore had taken to traveling ever since my release from the hospital. So far she had gone to Paris, Rome, Milan, Barcelona, Madrid, and it had only been a few months. I would be lying if I said she had been alone though. I knew for a fact that Hewitt had been on a lot of those trips with her, even if she wouldn’t admit it to my face.