< Speak Now >

"Lets go back to my room."

"alright, love," he agreed and got dressed.

She smiled standing and getting dressed also.

He walked back to her place with her and cuddled with her on her bed.

she laid in the bed with him, her head on his shoulder. "Don't ever let go of me." She whispered.

"Never," he kissed her forehead.

"I wont let go either." she said.

"You will be mine, forever," he smiled softly at her.

She smiled. "I woudn't want it any other way."

He kissed her tenderly and stayed up with her most of the night, talking about future plans and what she wanted the ball to look like.

She stayed up with him, but couldn't stay up any longer. She eventually fell asleep, holding onto him.

Andrew slept a little bit and got up without waking her, kissing her forehead. He left her a note:

Good morning, beautiful. I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful sleeping there. I will see you in two short weeks. I love you.
A

Amy read the note over and over again, kissing it softly before laying it on her table then laying her head down on the pillow that he had used.

Andrew impatiently waited for two weeks, telling the maids exactly what he and Amy had talked about.

After those long two weeks were up, Amy stood in her room with Amy, adjusting the dress so it fit a bit better. She had gained just a little weight since the last time it was but on, but nothing bad.

Abby smiled at her. "You look beautiful as ever, Amy," she squealed.

Amy smiled at herself, nodding. "Thank you. For everything." she said to Abby.

Abigail smiled, tweaking her hair to make it perfect. "I don't mind, sweetie, really! You are, by far, my favorite customer. I'm adopting you as my sister," she giggled.

Amy laughed and hugged her friend. "You're making all the rest of my dresses."

"Of course, sweetie! The duchess has to have the best of the best," Abby laughed, hugging her back.

"And you're the best at making the best of the best." she laughed.

Abigail laughed and squealed as the bell sounded it was almost time for the ball. "Oh, let's hurry! We don't want to keep him waiting," she winked and quickly pulled on her own dress, leaving her hair down. "Come on," she grabbed Amy's hand and walked hurriedly outside and began walking towards the castle.

Ashley knocked on Andrew's door quietly. She wanted to be duchess, she wanted to be in control and she knew that Andrew had been thinking that his girl was cheating on him. She had a thing all lined up. A man was going to be all over Amy and she'd have to push him away. If Andrew saw this he'd know she was cheating on him.

"Enter," he said, the maids making the finishing touches on his clothes.

Ashley did as told and stood, looking at him. "You're very handsome." she said softly.