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Devon had no idea how close his fabrication story was to the truth. She really hadn’t said much about herself aside from a first name and a suggested bright future upon the foundation of hard work. That must have fallen through though for her to be here. He wouldn’t question it- if anything they were just something of business partners and didn’t actually need to know much about each other to work out this transaction. He picked up his coffee “whenever your ready.” He knew that several girls would line up at the gate on a weekly basis. They came from all over- even beyond this city to play the role of hapless princess, long lost sister. Usually it was so obvious that they weren’t such or so Devon had heard. He took another drink from the cup. “It’s not a long walk from here.” In comparison Ana here would seem like Anastisa in the flesh.
The girl was right on time- startling so. Honestly, he was only a quarter through his coffee and perhaps not yet awake enough to tackle this challenge but at least now she was willing. He set the cup aside. “We just need a convincing story. Some reason you were gone all these years and never tried to contact him.” This he was certain of. It had to be solid and well grounded excuse. “I’ve given it consideration and I’m pretty sure the best way to go about this is to blame a case of amnesia. That night of the riot those two fled their estate into the chaos and were separated.” He had been there so was certain of how easily anything could have happened in that. There was plenty of injuries that night. “We’ll just say you fell and bumped your head. Reasonable?” “And I had met you at a diner. From there I noticed you shared resemblance to Anastasia, insert a tragic back story on your part” he suggested meaningfully “That always is a sure shot for sympathy. And I figured you might really be her so we head to the manner and that’s how that riveting tale ends. Feel free to point out any holes you see in it though. I’m open for criticizing.”
By the hour she called Devon had already made it back to his apartment and was ready to call it quits. The chance of him finding a girl that could fool the prince was so very slim and this girl’s refusal was down hearting. Who turned down a chance as riches? Was she playing some sort of saint? He stashed the leftovers from the restaurant and rubbed his face. It would be nice to blame his father for being such a good man- his dad’s death had left his mother heartbroken and uprooted them. They never had they money to move away but she had been running from his ghost, so to speak. An eventual poor family was what they became. He didn’t finish school. His life was a wasted one in some ways for it but they had needed an actual income. Now that he moved back to the town it all started- part of him believed he’d find what had been lost all those nights ago. His chance at being more, having more. It was stupid. That girl would not even agree. She had something to aim for and that future she seemed unwilling to surrender for a lie. It sucked for him. That was all. He was just about to shrug off his coat when his phone rang and he reached into the pocket instead. The number wasn’t one that he recognized. This girl had expressed no desire to ever cross paths with him again, why did she call? Eh. Well, one was never suppose to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had to snag this before she changed her mind. “I’ll meet you at Lakeside Park by the west entrance.” With a glance at the clock we continued “six am.” That would give some time for sleep. “Bright and early.” Once he confirmed that she did know the location in mind he ended the call and retired for the remainder of the night. He didn’t want to push her but really- he wondered why she called so late… --- There was a set of benches just outside of the massive steel gates and the decorate archway marking the main entrance to the park. That was where Devon found a seat, sinking against the back boards and started on his cup of coffee. Marginally regretting his decision to pick this time. BUT the morning was starting out nice- a soft glow emerging over the cityscape while the sky took on hues beyond usual expectations. It was shaping up to be a good one. Assuming this girl actually showed up.
He thought for sure that she would take the bait. There was rarely a girl that couldn't be wooed with money- or perhaps that was just the crowd he was use to. If he knew she was going to be so... headstrong he would have tried a different tactic. He stood to his feet as well "hang on, I'm sorry if I offended you but you look a lot like this girl. I just thought you'd be more interested in the money than anything else but then I don't know anything about you." "If you could just listen for a moment. Just a moment longer." Obviously she was already fed up with him. "This guy, Finnegan, head of the company- well he's been looking for his sister for close to ten years. I don't know... maybe it would do some good for him to be lied to." He scribbled down his phone number. "Just... give it some thought. Life is hard. You might find you want to give being a princess a shot. Just give me a call." He said handing her the slip of paper.
lol, yeah it's not like you to take so long.
I haven't heard from you in a couple weeks now, are you still alive?
He doubted that she was being entirely truthful with him but then he hadn’t done anything to deserve more than this- He sighed. “I see. You rather I not beat around the bush.” He set his glass down on the table with a small clink. A small smile finding place on his face “I’m actually relieved,” a small chuckle followed this statement. “I couldn’t figure out how to go about this aside from straight on.” Separate conversations fleeted up in the space around them, the clatter of dishes and the swoosh of the door, kept their own discussion under the radar. “As you may have heard, the owner of the biggest company this side of well… anywhere, has been looking for his sister for a very long time. He’s willing to pay for a realistic lead and you… well you look a lot like her…” He paused when the waitress arrived with their food, offering a small nod in thanks if only to send her away quicker. Immediately returning to what he had been saying before. “I want to take you to see the prince. If you can play a convincing part you will be rich. Wealthy and loved. The rest of your life will be set without ever the worry of money.”
Of course, for a moment he was worried that she'd turn down his offer and why wouldn't she? He HAD come across a bit strong. She had the eyes of skeptic right then and he was certain... almost certain... (well he was internally cursing himself either way) that she was going to refuse. Seconds passed though and eventually she took his hand. It may have been reluctantly but it was a step in the right direction. "Like I said, I know a great place." The seating was outside on account of her dog but it was a decent setup. Several of the other tables upon the patio were occupied and a few were in favor of eager canines, turning expectant faces towards their owners and their full plates. Their drinks were brought to them right away and the waitress took their orders at that time. Devon knew he had to scrounge up the money for this- it was going to be worth it. "So Anna..." He started, trying to figure the best way around this. "That's a nickname right?" Obviously not short for the princess' name. He wouldn't find her even if he searched forever. He just really needed this girl to play the part. "It short for Annabelle?" He suggested, thinking over his predicament. "Or Mariana? What's the story behind that?" He asked over his drink, shooting for light talk.
Yeah. It worked this time ^^
Okay. It's good to hear from you- was starting get a little worried but saw you were popping on now and again just not posting. Thought you must be busy. I'm alright for waiting, I've made you wait plenty in the past...
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