What did just happen? Did the crown-prince really just mistake me for a Lady? And did he really just compliment me? Something is definitely wrong here!
After I have decided for a lilac fabric for a new dress and a red fabric for some new curtains for the residence, I make my way back home. On the way I can't stop thinking about my encounter with the prince.
"Isabella? What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady!", he whispered.
And the look in his eyes it was kind of creepy, as if I don't know. Maybe. No that couldn't be. Or could it? No, there is just no possibility! Just no! But, the way he looked at me when he said that and kissed my hand. It clearly indicated that. But no. It is simply impossible. Except: what if it wasn't?
What if...
What if the prince just fell in love with me? With me, a commoner, believing I was a Lady?
I shake my head.
Isabella that is ridiculous! He is THE FUTURE KING! And even if he really liked you, he made it quite clear to his brothers that they couldn't have a relationship with a commoner!
Did I mention that I have a voice in my head?
But what if he never found out that I was a commoner?
Isabella this is preposterous!
Maybe it is, but it was worth trying. Mister Arrogant should be taught a lesson!
Oh Isabella, what are you doing?
I don't know, but I think I am going to find it out soon.