*In my story, Princess Diana has never died
*Also, I'm an american. I know nothing about British stuff like phone numbers
and the way they talk, so deal
with me.
Grace Miller sat on the edge of the fountain staring off into space.
Kevin was supposed to be here with her. But, he was with Leigh Anne. They
were finished. And as beautiful as England was, it wasn't the same without
someone to share it with. A noise distracted her. She heard fast paced foot
steps and her guard was raised. She turned and found herself face to face
with one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. His big
blue eyes, his deeply tanned skin and soft blond hair. Oh my God. The man
standing before her was Prince William!
William stood there looking at the breath taking young woman sitting
infront of him. She was stunning. Short blond hair, huge green eyes and the
darkest tan he had ever seen in London. It was a good thing he had ditched
his bodyguards, or else they wouldn't have allowed him withen a mile of her.
"Hi."
"Oh my God. You're Prince William." The she stopped. "I think. I
don't think Prince's are allowed out of the palace without their guards. Are
you?"
"Yeah. I am. So, Whats with that accent? Where are you from?" She
sounded like he was maybe American, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't around
American girls to much.
"I was born in California. Me and my boyfriend and my best friend
were accepted to a boarding school here. But my boyfriend and best friend
fell in love with each other & decided to stay in La Jolla." She smiled. "I
can't believe I'm talking to Prince William."
He sighed. "I get so sick of that. I know I'm the future king, but
sometimes I just want to be a normal guy. I want to go for jogs and pick up
beautiful girls by the fountain." William laughed as he noticed a pale pink
blush spreading over her cheeks. "So. Your ex boyfriend blind, stupid or
crazy?"
Grace shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe a little of all."
"So. Whats your name. You know my life story and I don't even know
your name."
"Grace Miller. Shouldn't you be going? I'd hate to get you in trouble
with your grandmother. Or your father."
William sighed. "Your right. I should be getting back. I bet they're
already frantic. Would you like have dinner with me at home? I'd like to get
to know you a little better."
Grace stood there with her mouth open. "Are you for real? You want me
to have dinner with you at the palace?" She was speechless. She couldn't
believe this was happening to her. William nodded. Grace smiled. "I'd be
honored your royal highness."
"Very well." He took her hand and they walked back to the palace.
The Queen was beside herself with worry. It wasn't like her grandson
to disapear like that. He was such a responsible young man. He would never do
this. She was so worried. Every young woman in London wanted to be with him.
What if he met a girl. Gasp! An American or French girl especially. She
picked up the phone to check in with her guards again, when she heard the
main door shut. William and an attractive young girl were laughing and
talking over something. "An American," she muttered. WIlliam and the girl
entered the parlor. "Grandmother, this is Grace Miller. Grace, this is My
Grandmother."
"Your Majesty." Grace bowed her head to the Queen and then smiled
shyly.
"I've invited her to dinner. We met when I was jogging in the park."
William smiled at Grace and then looked at his frowning grandmother. "Is
there anything wrong, Grandmother?"
Her Majesty sighed. "Yes. There is a problem William. You are the
worlds most eligible bachelor. We can't have you going around England with
every hot young thing you see."
Grace frowned. "I'm not just a 'Hot young thing.' Do you have
something against all girls William becomes friends with, or is it just
confident Americans?" Grace didn't care if she was the Queen of England or
whatever. She took crap from no one.
Elizabeth was glaring at her. William looked at his new friend to his
grandmother. "Grandmother, I may be a prince, but I may choose my own
friends." At that moment, the door opened again. This time, it was Princess
Diana and Prince Harry.
"Just what I need right now," The Queen said.
"William!" Diana said. She embraced her oldest son and smiled at
Grace. "Hello. I'm Wills mother. And you are..."
Grace immediatly liked Diana. She was beautiful, and nice. "I'm Grace
Miller. I met William at the fountain in Hyde Park a little while ago."
"I invited her for dinner. You will stay too, won't you mum?"
Diana smiled. "Of course I will. I'm gonna go get washed up." She ran
upstairs to her room they still kept. The Queen watched her and then looked
at William and Grace.
"This is not good." She thought.
Dinner was great. Grace was in awe that she, an American teenager was
eating with the royal family, at the request of Prince William. Diana, Harry,
Prince Phillip and Prince Andrew were very nice and very interested in her.
But Queen Elizabeth just sulked. Then, Prince Charles came in. He saw the
strange young girl between his ex wife and son and frowned. William noticed
his fathers expression and stood up.
"Father, this is Grace. Grace, this is my father, Prince Charles."
Grace smiled and bowed her head to him. Charles seemed to loosen up and sat
down nest to his mother.
"Its a pleasure Miss Miller."
William was shocked. His father had never accepted someone that
easily. He looked at Grace who was laughing with his mother about something.
He suspected it was her smile. Or her eyes. They were both beautiful. Her
eyes were a gorgeous pale green and her smile was large and white. 'She could
be dangerous,' he thought. 'With a smile like that, not to mention other
physical aspects, Grace Miller could bring any man to his knees.
Later that evening, one of Willim and one of his drivers took her
home. He walked her to the door of the dorm she was staying in and gently
kissed her on the cheek. That pale pink blush spread across her cheeks again.
"I'm sorry for the way grandmother treated you."
"I understood. After all, she's right. You are the worlds most
eligible bachelor." Grace smiled and opened the door. "Goodnight."
William smiled. "Night." He walked back to his car and hopped in. He
liked this girl and hoped he would see her again.
Back at Buckingham Palace, where he was spending a few days, he found
a note in his pocket. William unfolded it and read it.
William,
I had a great time this evening. I'm glad I ran into you at the fountain. I
realized when you were getting your coat, I hadn't given you my number or
anything. I thought a note would be easier then having your family listen in.
Anyways, here it is.
He smiled and put the note in his wallet. He would have to remember this when
he went back to Eton.
The next morning, Grace was in her World History class. Several of
the girls behind her were whispering and pointing at her. Finally, when class
was over, she went up to them.
"Is there some sort of problem?"
One of the girls smiled and pulled a newpaper from behind her back.
"How was your date with Prince William?" The other three smiled at her. They
wanted to know. All of them had huge crushes on him, and here he was. Falling
for an American.
Grace was in shock. Her huge green eyes widened even more and she
snatched the paper, quickly scanning the article. "Oh my God."
"... Prince William, the future King of England is seen here with a
beautiful American who broke up with her boyfriend before moving to England."
She read this out loud. "HOw could they know all this. There was no one
around when we were talking."
The girls smiled sympathetically. "The only people who follow Wills
as good if not better than his body guards are the press. They know his every
movement. His every word. If you plan on going out with him again, I'd get
used to it."
William was in his room at Eton with several of his friends. "I can't
believe this. Scare her off before I even get a chance to get to know her."
He sighed and fell back on his bed. His best friend Steven sighed and picked
up the paper.
"I wish I was the future King. Then maybe I could get a girl like
this. Whats she like? Is she nice? Is she rich?"
William smiled. "All of the above. She's very nice. She's very smart,
beautiful, rich, etc." He sat up and looked at Steven. "Why don't I call her
and ask if she has a friend. The maybe we can double."
