10. Lucy’s Journal
Sunday, March 14th * 10:01pm * Criss-cross applesauce on my bed with my facemask on
This is NOT GOOD. Lor came home in a fit because she’s stressed over the lies. In typical Lorelei fashion, she presented her frustrations directly and without much emotion, but I could tell it’s eating her on the inside. I promised I would clear everything up on my date with Finley in four days, and that seemed to help her focus enough to relay the details of the impromptu date. And man… I wish she hadn’t. For starters, Finley is the CROWN PRINCE of Korsa now. He will be KING in less than a year. The kicker? He has to be MARRIED to be king. I love fairytales, but this feels too unbelievable. It’s one thing to dream about being a princess and a queen, but it’s another thing to have that opportunity presented in front of you through a handsome, royal, golden platter such as Finley himself. Queen Lucy… I can’t wrap my brain around it for some reason. A prince wants to marry me.
Well, I think it’s me he wants to marry. According to the other things Lor told me, and the text I received from Finley stating he loved talking philosophy with me, he might want to marry my sister right now. And I’d be lying if I said I was okay with that. It’s my fault, ultimately, because I sent her in my place not once but twice. But everything will be fine! I’ll go on my first date with him Thursday evening, be my charming self, and everything will be fine. Just fine! Can you imagine? Me? In a palace? With an actual title… whoa. That’s a lot to take in. It’s the kind of fantastical madness I write about. Speaking of, I should get back to my merman prince x female pirate story…