So it's spring break, and I'm on a plane to Collis.

It's been almost two months since I met D'arcy. I told him to give me two weeks to think about it without him popping out of no where or distracting me. I was hoping it'd be enough time to come to my senses... but I guess it wasn't.

For one thing, I suddenly couldn't help but notice all the different couples on campus. How cute they all looked together: cuddling, hand holding, even kissing. I'm still kind of iffy about kissing. I mean, squishing two faces together?

But back on track. Suddenly there seemed to be twice as many ooy-gooey lovebirds all around. Then there's Heidi talking about all of her wedding stuff. 

Then there's me.

But I tried my best to shove that in the back of my mind. I really didn't want temporary emotions affecting my life long decisions, you know? I mean, c'mom: marriage.

So, I made a list. A list of things I think I need in a husband. Romantic, right?

Actually, romance is on the list.

So here it is,

1. Similar Moral Beliefs

2. Mutual Respect

3. Financially Stable

4. Romantic Attraction

5. ---

I'm still working on a fifth point. I mean, ending a list on four just seems kind of weird to me. He doesn't know about the list, and I'm still not a hundred percent sure he meets everything or not, but at this point I'd say he's at least at sixty. Good start so far (I think).

He actually brought up number one first. After the two weeks were up I asked him if he was still sure about the whole "marrying me" thing. He said all he wanted to know were my spiritual beliefs if I had any.

So I'm pretty sure we're on the same page when it comes to that.

I think the longer we know each other the more we'll respect each other.

And the money thing: he has a country.

And romance? Well... I guess we'll see.

So, he came and visited me when the two weeks were up, stayed state side for a week, then headed back home. He calls me every Monday and Friday night, usually goes like this:

"Good evening, Gypsy. How have you been?"

"Hey, D'arcy. Uh, good... I guess... you?"

"Busy, but that's life. How's the project coming along? The one for English?"

"Project-? OH CRAP, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!"

"Due tomorrow. You're welcome."

So yeah, that's been the sum of it. At some point he convinced me to come visit him in Collis. He's paying for airfare and I'm staying at the castle. I'm gonna meet the king (So I'm kinda like "AHHH!!!" because meeting important people scares me), and some of his other family (AHHH!!!), and a few of his closest friends (WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS!?). He warned me that the press will probably try to snap some pics of me and stuff. I guess I have to deal with them too.

I'm actually on a private jet right now, which is pretty cool. When Darce(that's right, nick-name basis) said I would be "picked up" at the airport, I thought he meant by like a car or something. Nope, he meant another jet. His jet. Filled with food. I tried to act as normal when the flight attendant was around. As soon as she left I started eating my stress away. Now I'm awkwardly stretched out on the couch, one leg hiked up on the back of the seat and my head dangling off the arm of the chair. Somehow I'm super comfortable.

"Ms. Morgan?"

I jerk up, almost falling out of my seat. The flight attendant seems unfazed as I flail my limbs around, trying to catch myself. Somehow I manage a normal sitting position. Looking up at her, I pretend that I'm not dying, "Um, y-yes?" 

"We're landing soon," She says smoothly. "Is there anything I can do for you in the mean time?"

"No, uh... thanks though," Leave. You can leave so I can wallow in my embarrassment alone.

She nods and disappears. Gah, how is she so graceful? She should be the princess, not me.

But the planes landing, so there's no turning back now.