8. Chapter - Isabella

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Irritated I watch him walking away.

He just kissed me. Only on the cheek, but why? I am only a commoner!

He thinks you're a Lady!

I know that, but what shall I do? I need to talk to someone. My mother probably, because mother knows best!

As I return to our sewing room my mother again sits at he spinning wheel. I take a deep breath. "Mother, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, sweetie. What do you have on your heart?" She asks me looking at me with her kind dark blue eyes.

And then I start telling her everything. From how I met Prince Edward for the first time, how I overheard a conversation between him and his brothers to how he wants to meet me again. How he kissed my cheek. And how I do not know what to do. And during all this my mother carefully listens.

As I finish she has a smile on her face.

"You should meet him again. You said it yourself, you should take your chance. I thinks he needs a young, beautiful and intelligent girl, such as you, to get his feet back on the ground. You said it yourself: He should be taught a lesson, but he must never know who you really are!"

I nod. I am not surprised how understanding and calm my mother reacted. This is why I can talk to her about everything.

The next morning comes faster than I expected and soon I stand at the place where the prince told me to be. Only a few seconds pass until I see him walking straight towards me. I curtsy. With his right hand he takes mine and kisses it.

"Good morning, milady." he says. "You look beautiful today."

I feel how I am starting to blush.

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