I jog up the staircase, pretty much running away from Olivia. Ever since breakfast it's been "Try on this. Tomorrow we do that. Don't forget to say this." Seriously. All day. Nonstop lecturing about the do's and don'ts. Is it gonna be like this all week? Or every time I visit? I groan at the thought.

I mean, I get it. This is a completely different world than the one I grew up in. I know I need to learn the ropes but... I don't know. I just know I need a break.

That break came when Olivia turned her back for a half second, distracted by her tablet. I fled. My bedroom probably isn't the best hiding place, most likely it's the first place anyone would check for me. But at least I can lock the door and hide under the bed. So as I reach the the top of the stairs I quickly spot Mr. Green Leaves (the potted plant by my door). If it wasn't for him I wouldn't know which of these doors were mine.

I wonder how long it will be before Olivia drags me to dinner. That's going to be awkward. Maybe I'm not hiding from Olivia, maybe I'm hiding from all the awkwardness she represents. Like dinner with my fiance(that I hardly know) and his father(a king who'd love to banish me). I pray there's only one fork. On TV all the fancy dinner parties have, like, fifty different forks and spoons for just one meal. I just need a fork. I don't even need a spoon or knife. I've eaten soup with a fork before.

So I open my door, distracted by all the possible ways I could screw up this dinner and wondering if there is any way to escape from the awkward.

Instead I walk right into awkward.

As I open the door, D'arcy is walking out of the bathroom, head bowed and with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I scream. He suddenly notices me, "Gypsy-?"

"What are you doing in my room?!"

"My room," He corrects.

"No!" But a quick glance confirms it. His walls are a forest green, a completely different color than my room. Family pictures and other knick-knacks also prove his case. I glance back at him. He's still standing there, water dripping from his hair and his hand clutching the towel together. It sinks in again: I'm staring at a half naked D'arcy.

I slam the door shut as he's about to say something. I just stand outside his room for a second, paralyzed with embarrassment. Did I really just-? Please don't tell me I just- Oh my gosh. I spin around and dart for my room. Who's bright idea was this? Who decided to put me in a room across from D'arcy's? I hate that person. I also hate Mr. Green Leaves. Stupid plant. I swear he was by my room yesterday. 

I disappear inside my room and lock out the world. I lean against door, staring wide eyed at the ceiling. I just saw D'arcy in a towel. I just barged into D'arcy's room while he was getting out of the shower... and screamed. 

He thinks I'm crazy. 

I think I'm crazy.

Calm down. What's the big deal? It was just a towel. Wasn't like I saw anything, you know, else. After we get married we're going to see a lot... a lot more of each other. And I can't scream every time that happens.

But, are we? Are we gonna do... stuff? This isn't exactly a normal marriage. So what does he expect from it? I groan, hiding my face in my hands. 

I want to call Heidi. She normally helps me sort out my mess of thoughts. But I told her I was visiting my father in Collis. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I'm practically engaged to stranger, a very important stranger.

A knock on the door pulls me back to reality, "Gypsy?"

"Go away D'arcy," I growl, putting more weight on the door. I really don't want to see him right now.

"I'm... sorry?" he tries. Then under his breath he adds, "I guess."

"You GUESS?"

"Well," He begins defensively, "I didn't exactly do anything-"

"You didn't lock your doors," I reply lamely.

There's a moment of silence. After a minute I wonder if he still there. An internal war erupts on what I should do. Open the door? Escape through the window? This whole through-the-door conversation is nearly more awkward then the sight of D'arcy in a towel. Why did I have to overreact when that happened? Why couldn't I just say 'Oh, sorry,' and close the door? Instead I screamed, ran away, and made a huge fuss over it. The silence only gets thicker.

"D'arce?" I finally manage. "You there?"

"Always am," he replies simply, slightly sarcastic. But there is a lot of truth to it, so far anyways. He was there after the coffee shop, after the whole perfume escapade, and right now.

I crack open the door, just enough for us to see each other. He looks ready for bed in his loose pajama pants and bath robe.

"All dressed and ready for dinner?" I half attempt a joke, but still just feel dumb.

"Easy to throw on," he explains. "I just wanted to check on you. You seemed... startled."

I could feel the heat rushing back to my face, "Well... yeah. I uh... I thought it was my room. The um, the plant..."

As he glances over his shoulder at Mr. Green Leaves I mumble something about him being by my door, but I'm not even sure if it was audible.

He must of made something out of it, because he replies, "Not the best place marker. House keeping moves it around." He looks back at me, his eyes studying me as he tries to read my mood. "Are you okay to come down to dinner? I can tell them you weren't feeling well."

"No, I don't want you to lie."

"Are you feeling well?" He asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's just..." I not even sure what I was going to say. To fill the silence I just glance up at him hopelessly, "How many forks are there?"