Disclaimer: I don't own the characters I just make them royalty and put a crown upon their head.

AN: This is a rewrite of a story me and pattisongirl513 were co-writing. I hope you like it.

CH. 1 Kathleen

"Robert they're so lovely" I said while taking the bouquet of roses he was holding out towards me.

"Not nearly as lovely as you" he stated. Sure it was cheesy, but that's one of the things I love about him. He was always able to crack my composure, even though I had spent my whole life perfecting it. I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. I'm guessing, as to stop the fit of giggles, he pulled my head towards him. Slowly he touched my lips to his. I instantly stopped laughing. "Works every time" he said against my lips. Now that I think about it, I do stop laughing when he kisses me.

"Oh really" I challenged him. Before he could say anything I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him to the car. He stood there like a dead weight; I could have been pulling on a brick wall. Suddenly he pulled his arm back, making me crash into him.

"Really" he whispered into my ear, before sweeping me into his arms and depositing me into the passenger seat of his brand new Venturi Fetish that he got for a birth-day present.

Robert is like my prince charming, he has the most beautiful blond hair I have ever seen. Along with these gorgeous blue eyes I just get lost in. "Were here" he said pulling me out of my thoughts "you might want to put on your sunglasses though"

"Of course" I said pulling the glasses out of the glove box. The paparazzi always have the flash on when taking pictures and it can practically blind you. "Wouldn't want to forget them" I said thankful he had reminded me.

As we got out of the car questions were being thrown at us left and right. "Princess Isabella are you and Robert going to tie the knot anytime soon?" A young reporter that looked like she was going to pass out at any moment, asked me in a squeaky voice. I just bypassed that question and kept walking. My father warned me at a young age to be very wary around the paparazzi.

"How many children are you two planning on having?" This question made me blush like a cherry tomato, sure I love him, but we hadn't even talked about marriage yet, let alone how many kids we wanted to have.

We both started to walk faster toward the restaurant; the name of which I have already forgotten even thou Robert owns it. It was a lovely place with a high ceiling and tapestries on each and every wall. The walls were a very pleasant shade of ivory.

"Do you have reservations?" The hostess asked. Apparently she didn't notice who we were.

"I don't need reservations" Robert said slyly.

"S…Sorry M…Mr. Adrian Sr." she stuttered probably afraid she was going to get fired. She looked about my age with shoulder length red hair and freckles. She turned to me giving me a once over. "I like your dress" she said to me shyly, blushing almost as red as I do when the paparazzi ask embarrassing questions.

"Thanks it's my favorite one." I replied. Its navy blue, my favorite color, with white lace around the edges and on the bust line, simple yet cute.

"Your table is right this way" she said jumping back into her work when Robert gave her a nudge. She started walking towards the kitchen then sharply turned to the right. Leading us into a room dimly lit room lined with shelves. The only light coming from the many candles on each shelf. In the center of the room there was a cozy little table, with a lacey cover, in the middle of the table sat one solemn rose.

Robert took my hand in his and gently kissed each of my knuckles. As he led me to my seat, soft music began to play.

When we were both sitting down the hostess, whose name tag read Kathleen, asked us for our drink orders only looking at Robert. I assumed she had a crush on him. We both ordered tea, and she left to get it for us. "I'll be right back" she said smiling at me

"Seems as if somebody has a crush" I said poking fun at him.

"Maybe, but definitely not on me" he said fully confident.

"Oh really, and why is that?" I asked him skeptically.

"I'm not exactly her type, trust me" he answered. "You'll find out soon enough." what is that, some kind of riddle or something? Am I meant to know what that means? Just then the door opened and in walked Kathleen with our tea. An awkward silence fell over the room.

"So Kathleen…" I said slowly, trying to break the silence.

"Please call me Kat" she said in a sultry tone, handing me a piece of paper along with my tea. Just then it hit me, Oh my lord, she's a lesbian. poor girl she couldn't even look at me she was so shy "If there's anything I can help you with, anything at all, just ring the bell. I'll be here in a flash" never mind I guess she was just working up the courage to talk to me, she bowed and walked away. Oh boy this night will be interesting.