Above is a picture of Melanie's dress as well as a video from AcroArmy from 'America's Got Talent' to give you an idea of the incredible things the gymnasts did ♥

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She told me she would deliver, but I did not expect something of this calibre. My dress was fitted for a princess, and my mother chuckled at my commentary. This was only my normal ball gown for the performance. I had not yet seen the dress for my coronation, but I hear that it is a true sight to behold.

I was impatient for many things. To see all the performances, to show off my dress, to apologize to Sarina. I was excited, because this was the night that weeks and weeks of preparation had gone into. I would see the gymnastics' crazy performance, I would see the duet with Caleb and Anna, and I would see famous comedians and celebrities performing. This wasn't the first performance I had been to, but it was the first one where I looked forward to every single person, knowing the kind of hard work they went through.

I was a bit disappointed that the twins could not perform, but in all honestly it was for the best. If they made even a single mistake whilst on the stage, they would never be able to get over it.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!" my handmaiden cheered, gently pulling at the outer layer of the dress to sit nicely. It was a beautiful difference of blue hues, royal blue flowers patterned all over the dress. It was an off-shoulder dress, but not the kind to reveal any cleavage. The many layers of the dress was light, allowing me to move around freely. My hair was done up majestically to make way for my forehead tiara which wrapped around the circumference of my head. It resembled a leaf pattern made out of pure crystals, comparing to what you might expect and elf to wear.

The actual forehead diamond which hung from the tiara was cut to perfection and on my left hand was the ring from Princess Alice's household. When everything was done to the complete satisfaction, which took a half a day itself, we all headed out in the limousines. The cars were surrounded by other security numbers, everyone moving together on the streets like a black cloud swaying. Alejandro and the other Royal Family members had headed out slightly earlier to be greeted by the media first. The twins were dressed to the nines, their formal outfits protruding their elegance.

Arriving at the performance was a hurricane in itself since we all had a wing of time offered only to questions from the public. After what happened the previous week, we all knew exactly what they would ask. Or rather, the twins and I had never before spoken to the general media before, so it would be a first. We couldn't expect anything.

Flashes of the paparazzi surrounded the car as my parents headed down the velvet carpet, moving to different sides to speak to the media. I was in the second car, patiently awaiting the time I would step out. When Ian popped up at the door, wearing his black uniform and shades, I knew it was time. He opened the door and I stepped out, hearing my title be thrown around as the cameras flashed in my direction. I shot everyone a smile, trying not to look directly into a flash. I headed over the carpet, many pictures being taken of me and my dress. I eventually stopped to one side and a swarm of reporters surrounded me.

"Your Highness! Is this your first Royal Variety Performance?" I heard the question first.

"No. I had been coming for quite a few years in disguise," I admitted.

"Your Highness! Is it true that you would've performed here tonight had the scandal of your ex-boyfriend not broken out, revealing your identity?"

"That is true,"

"Your Highness! What is your relationship with your ex-boyfriend now?" I knew they would be gossiping hawks form the beginning.

"We are on speaking terms," after a few more tedious questions where I elected not to tell them every single detail of my life, I headed into the hall where I joined my parents on the balcony, along with my grandmother who sat lazily in her throne. The twins were still being interrogated outside, but luckily Rodger was ordered to step in when any unsettling question would arise. That type of thing would happen, after all, one of them was missing for a week.

The house was packed to the brim, every single dressed formally and excitement ran around like a disease. I sat on my throne in the booth, the twins joining soon after.

"How did it go?" I whispered to the two when they took their places. Bartholomew scoffed whilst Cornelius chucked nervously.

"They asked about my kidnappers," I sighed and shook my head.

"What did you tell them then?"

"That he was over two metres tall, had no face and snatched children from forests," the twins snickered but I couldn't exactly understand why it was so funny, so I just ignored it. When the lights dimmed, everyone grew silent as a famous comedian, the host for the night, stepped on. He cracked a few truly funny jokes that made the atmosphere lighter. The national anthem was sung and we were all introduced by our full titles, which took a while in itself.

Then the acts started, and I was absolutely mesmerised. Singers and comedians performed their hearts out, each time gracefully bowing towards us. It felt absolutely unreal that the people I've only ever admired through a screen, stood right in front of me in one big group.

Then came the most uncomfortable thing I have ever seen. The ballet dance. Anna and Caleb were at a very bad place in terms of relationship so their duet was flawed from head to toe and extended down her pointe shoe. The dance was beautiful and well-polished, yes, but their interactions were worth every cringe. They tried not to cling to one another, instead avoiding eye contact and doing two different solos at the exact same place. It tore at my heart how downhill the dance went, but others didn't seem to notice their awkward exchanges. I was surprised at how well Caleb improved, seeing as he had no ballet skills whatsoever. It was actually shocking that he wasn't kicked out after I left and one of the other male dancers took up the role of partner. Then again, the symmetry of the dance would be put off then. Madame always loved it to be perfect.

And it was. Cheers erupted at the first ballet performance in years, all of them gracefully stepping off to go sooth their beating hearts. I could tell how nervous they had been, but now they looked satisfy with what they had achieved. I wondered if Caleb would continue ballet after all this.

The next few acts were also worthy of applause, but it was a long night and we couldn't afford that. I didn't know the line-up, so instead I just waited with anticipation. When I saw the half-naked group step on, the males only wearing spandex shorts and the females only wearing leotards, I knew. My mother leaned over to me in question.

"Is Sarina going to perform now?" the rest of the household heard me and I nodded eagerly with excitement. Smoke ran over the stage and props were hurriedly set up, everyone wondering at what they were going to do. When my eyes spotted her my heart sank in one quick splash. Sarina, the girl I adored more than anyone in the world, the girl who I had upset tremendously and cared about most in the world, now looked different. Her hair the colour of pitch darkness threw me off, because I hadn't expect her to be this angry. She told me she hated her hair, yes, but I didn't think she would change it so quickly back again. Not that it mattered, it was her own hair and I had nothing to say about it but... it still hurt. It hurt deeply.

When the music began I recognized the song as one which Sarina played a lot. It was pop but the music had the ability to build tension and create nerves. The performers followed that with excellent, contorting their bodies in unison. Anyone could immediately tell the difficulty level of their performance and the amount of time put into it, and it was incredible. Sarina told me minimal about it and now I knew why. I had not expected any of it. They choreographed into the performance that they bow to us, doing an over-the-shoulder roll out of the kneeling position to continue the dance. They were creative.

Each time Parker or someone else went flying, my heart stopped. Parker was thrown the highest, probably reaching the ten metre mark above the stage. It truly was death defying. The male gymnasts did flips off of each other and I barely heard the twins say 'it's the guy!' as if they knew the person from their own experiences. Knowing them, they did.

Sarina was thrown into the air once. It my heart stop completely as she did the same spin she did on the uneven bars she showed me weeks ago. Instead of dismounting, she placed her life in one of the other guys. It must truly be terrifying, having to trust someone that much.

Maybe that's why she had such an intense issue with trust, because she knows the consequences. I began tearing up at the thought.

When they finished with a grand gesture of toppling four lairs of people into a pyramid and throwing Parker off from right the top, the cheering was immense. More so than any other performance. People loved stunts.

The gymnasts bowed to the other platform where the rest of my family and Alejandro sat before turning to us. Her eyes met mine instantly, as if she was searching just for me. I gave her a large smile and a big applause, but she returned to such gesture towards me. It was to be expected though. At the end, when they walked off, I could however swear that I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. That was all I needed.

When the finale came and everything was ended of incredibly, us five of the main household rose and headed around in the building towards a passage which lead directly onto the stage. I was nervous to greet the performers after seeing their amazing talent, knowing that I could never have anything like that. The audience was still cheering when we headed onto the stage, the host feeling the need to reintroduce us. I first headed to my old ballet school, Madame basically bawling her eyes out at their success. Once she spotted me, her hands cupped over her mouth in astonishment.

I chuckled at her actions and brought her into my arms, feeling my teacher of fifteen years deserved it. She hugged me, clinging onto me.

"Melanie, I can't believe it," she told me, and in my mind I was back at the studio with her. I smiled and hugged her tighter before moving away.

"That was beautiful. You truly are the best and it was my absolutely honour to be able to dance under your name," she sniffled and nodded slowly, not knowing what to say. I headed to all the other girls, congratulating them. Caleb was a bit awkward but gave me a hug, the flashes of photos behind us temporarily blinding me. Of course they knew this was him, and was surprised that I would even get close to him.

Anna refused to meet my eye sight when I walked in front of her, but I wasn't going to leave it just like that. I took her into my arms, her head rising in shock. It was a bit hard to hug her, seeing as the tutu was in the way. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally accepted the hug.

"I forgive you," I told her before she even said anything. She cried into my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," her voice was small and frail.

"Don't be. We both made a mistake,"

"Hey!" I heard Caleb's voice chip in. Simultaneously, we both moved our eyes to glare at him.

"Shut it, Adams," Caleb thought it well to move away for a moment. I turned back to Anna.

"You were incredible," I commented, but she could only cry further. I moved to everyone else, greeting the comedians and singers and performers. Some told me snippets of hilarious jokes when I greeted them, an actor I've admired since I was small placing a kiss onto the back of my hand. The entire night was incredible, and meeting them was not just the cherry but the rose ice-cream on top as well. I moved towards the gymnasts, greeting everyone I didn't know and noticing how sweaty they were. They truly worked hard and went further than they've ever reached. I was truly proud of my people.

When I reached the more end of the row, I was attacked around the waist and an orange bun was all I saw when I looked down at my attacker.

"Molly! Get off of Her Highness!" I heard one of the coaches bellowed from the side. I didn't push Molly away, instead bending down slightly to the bending girl and wrapped my arms around her. She was tearing up, but I couldn't figure out if it was from sadness or happiness.

"Molly, you were incredible," I commented her, rubbing down her back. She raised her eyes at me.

"Pastel ballerina, I'm so happy!" she cheered and I couldn't help but chuckle at her. Some curious eyes regarded us. "But holy chicken nuggets, I almost died! Did you see that? Anthony! You almost dropped me, you bloody turd!" she called over her shoulder to the same male gymnast the twins were interested in. He looked absolutely confused at the situation, trying to plaster an innocent look on her face. I laughed at their hilarious interaction and helped Molly onto her feet. I then regarded the rest of the line and saw her standing at the very end, her head kept low and her face held neutral. Molly gave me a knowing look and a little shove.

I headed over, my nerves starting to eat away at my insides. I stopped right in front of her but she didn't look up. I suspected as much but suddenly, everything I've wanted to tell her went flying out of my head. I felt unprepared, and I realized that you can never prepare for something like this. But I would not leave tonight without everything resorted.

Tomorrow I will be Crowned Princess, and I'm not going to go through that without her.

I snuck my arms around her, but unlike the other hugs I gave out today, I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her close to me. I could tell her body tense up, but she made no move to hug me back.

"What are you doing?" she whispered to me, annoyance evident in her voice.

"Trying to fix things," I took a step back and grabbed her face, raising until her eyes met with mine. In that moment when I saw her gloss eyes, no one else mattered. I didn't care if the whole world was watching, because this was her. This was Sarina, and she was my one. "I have never regretted anything more than the words I told you and I'm so, so sorry. I'm inconsiderate and selfish and I never thought about how you might feel. You were my friend but I didn't tell you anything, then we became more and I still didn't tell you anything. That was a mistake, and it was huge. I mean... I never meant to hurt you. It's the last I've ever wanted to do. I'm so sorry. I know you might never forgive me or take me back, but at least let me express how sorry I am. Because I am. I am so bloody sorry. Because you're it for me. You're the person I don't want to leave. I could never love anyone more than I love you and -" as if something suddenly snapped, Sarina's eyes changed emotions and she took a step forward, cupping my face. I was surprised but didn't protest on bit, accepting the short tender kiss.

I ignored everything else. All of the shouts of shock deafened me, the flashes from cameras heavy against my closed eyelids. I heard surprised comments all around me, the gymnasts basically jumping with joy. Molly was gone, running around the stage like a complete lunatic, yelling:

"That's my friend! She's my friend! Make me famous!"

But none of it mattered, because Sarina kissed me and I could never be happier. I pulled back in surprise, regarding her face. She gave me a sly smile, all signs of anger out of the door.

"What? Why?" I was completely bewildered. Why would she suddenly take me back?

"Because you said you loved me," her voice rang softly, my eyed widening. "I forgive you. I'm also sorry about everything I said. It was uncalled for. Oh, and I love you to, idiot," she gave me a quick peck on the lips before wrapping her arms around me. I heard loud clapping from the audience, my brothers whistling in response. I felt two large arms snake around both Sarina and I and we looked up to see Alejandro's smug face.

"Oh my chicken nugget, you're here!" Sarina looked excited, Alejandro and Sarina sharing their first hug. Tonight was just an evening full of hugs it seemed.

"It is an honour to finally meet you in person, Lady Sarina," he said with a bright smile and turned to me in question. "Would you murder me if I kissed her hand?" I chuckled at his question and shook my head. Satisfied, he scooped Sarina's hand into his own and kissed the back of it. "I look forward to the wedding," Sarina blushed fifty shades of scarlet, using her other hand to fan her face.

"Oh my chicken nugget, yes!" Molly cheered when she returned, springing onto Sarina's back until she fell onto the ground. We remained there for a while, in front of the entire world, laughing our asses off on the stage.

But I didn't care one bit if the world now knew of my relationship with Sarina, because I felt like the happiest girlfriend in the world and I just wanted to show off how imperfectly perfect we were together.

Nothing could interfere with my feelings for her anymore.