Here it is guys, the last chapter! I'm a little sad that its ending but happy that everything comes in full circle! I want to thank you all that has read and added the story. I love you all so much❤❤❤

Chapter 7-

Waking up from reality kinda sucks, all I could think about was the guy from the fountain.

By the time I got home that night when Eric and Viola dropped me off, I went to Google for research. but there's a lot of people out there with the initials J.A. and the name Andy.

I got absolutely nothing so I gave up. Viola swooned over how Eric has been an amazing lover and fiancee for days.

She almost went into detail about it but I closed my ears and sung the Spongebob Squarepants theme song loudly. I mean I am happy for her that the spark in her love life is back but I couldn't stand it.

I got a call from Sean a week after the ball, he told me that he was doing fine in Japan and decided to stay permanently, finding the love of his life named Yvette his assistant.

I was glad for him, its nice that he could move on. I threw myself into my work, learning how to bake custard filled pies, new cookie recipes and decoration fondants.

Especially now that we have a favorite client that orders the same vanilla chocolate cake everyday has really kept my hands busy.

The past days have been hetic, rave reviews posted online and newspapers about us, Aunty Vero's Bakery.

Even Viola asked me to do her wedding cake, Strawberry banana three layer cake surrounded by chocolate cupcakes.

It would be a lot of work but i didn't care, the more work the better. I came home one night exhausted from frosting.

Its not easy but I needed more of it to not think about the mystery guy. I undressed and prepped myself for a bubble bath.

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Four months later:
"Katie, you're putting too much cream in the puff," the voice of my work friend Steven interrupts my thoughts as he walks into the kitchen.

"Huh?" I look down at the tube in my hand realizing that i am overfilling the pastry, it spilling on the countertop. "Crap," I mutter to myself, cleaning the mess I made and setting the puffs aside.

"Everything ok?" He ask with concern standing next to me.

"Of course. Why?" I tell him quickly, moving away from him to frost some cupcakes.

"You've been drifting off to space all week. Is your mind still on a certain guy you danced with?"

"No," I huff out "just tired lately. All these orders and half the time I don't know where its sent." Which is true but a certain mixed colored eyed person kept crawling back into my brain.

"Sure," he says in disbelief. Refusing to argue back, I continued to put vanilla frosting on chocolate cupcakes.

He's been my friend for three years since I started working here, he's always making me laugh if I'm in a mood and he's great at cake decorations.

He's teaching me some tips so whenever he's off I could be able to decorate it myself. His wife of three years Tiffany is really nice, she likes to visit the bakery and orders brownies, specially made from him.

"So your not gonna talk about your gorgeous mystery guy?"

"What's there to tell, I haven't seen him since that night. Maybe he wasn't real."

"But you said his eyes were to die for," he mocks in a high voice.

"I believe I said beautiful." I correct him. Telling Steven one day at work about the ball, he listened, swooned and got a little jealous because of the free food. When I finished he called me delusional for holding on to the handkerchief but not to give up on love.

I only knew of his first name, we did have chemistry, a connection when we danced and this cloth in my back pocket feels heavy.

I do want to find him but it will be like finding a needle in a haystack.

"You do talk about him a lot nowadays."

"No I don't." I frost the last cupcake and placed it on the rack.

"Really? What about when you compared a chocolate and glazed donuts to his eyes?"

"That was once and it did." The chocolate donut had a greyish color to it and the glazed had a honey hazel hue, reminded me of his eyes.

Ok so I did talk about it for a while that day. I need to find him.

"Are you gonna find him at all?" he asks, I make my way to the sink and washed my hands. I shrug, not knowing what else to say and dried my hands.

I saw him about to open his mouth until we heard a crash and someone yell out "OH MY GOOOOD!" out front startling me and Steven. We both head out and see the customers standing in awe as they stare out the window.

"What the hell?" I mutter when I looked outside to see a stretched black limo, a man steps out fixing his tie and opens the back door.

I'm in awe as well of the extravagant vehicle, it gleams against the Sun. Broken glass crunches under my foot, I see the customer shaking in his boots petrified of what he's seeing.

I roll my eyes and walk to the closet next to the kitchen to grab a broom. Before I could do anything else, I feel a hand pulling my arm as we speed walk to the front.

"Here she is!" Steven says estatically. I pull a confused face and drop the broom. What the hell is going on?

"The Prince wants to see you." the man in the suite says simply and turns away, opening the glass door.

He wants to see me? Am I the only one to see him or will there be a group of women that didn't dance with him?

"Go!" he pushes me forward.

"Is this a formality because I didn't dance with him or something?" I ask, not adding if I'm gonna get arrested for it. I hope it wasn't mandatory.

"Stop asking questions and go!" Steven informs strongly.

"You are basically sending me to a kidnapping," I say through gritted teeth.

"It's not, he's outside waiting. He might give you diamonds for just attending."

"Why would he do that?"

"Just go!" He pushes me further, almost making me trip. I glare at him, he gave me a thumbs up. The guy at the door was waiting impatiently, I mutter a sorry and looked down at my attire: fitted jeans, purple long sleeve, sneakers and a messy apron. I'm meeting royalty for the first time and I'm in my baking clothes.

"Can I at least change before I" my sentence is cut when the door is open again, the person steps out slowly. He stood fixing his black jacket, crisp suit and tie, gelled hair, smoldering look.

Now I'm the one stood petrified but not shaking. Whoever did say he was hypnotizing was right. I could stare for so long until he approached me face to face.

"It's so great to see you again," he smiles brightly, his sweet cologne wafted in the air and it smelled familiar: sweet and smoky but it could be a coincedence.

"Wait, again? You noticed me at your ball?" I say hopefully.

"Of course. I couldn't forget you," he responds.

"Oh. Well forgive me your majesty for not engaging to you that night," I curtsy, realizing that i didn't earlier.

He simply chuckles "you dont have to apologize, besides I had an amazing time with you."

"With me, what?" I finally stare at him long enough for any recognition, he wasn't the two guys I danced in the ballroom and then his different shaded eyes was all I needed to know it was him. "Andy you're the Prince?" I whisper surprisingly and he nods.

"And it's Jeremiah. I used Andy from my last name."

"Jeremiah," I repeat, the name suited him as it rolled of my tongue. Why all the cloak and dagger though? J.A. "Oh! Then this belongs to you," I pull the cloth from my pocket, handing it to him. He takes it gently, examining it. "You dropped it when you left, I wash it so it's clean," I tell him smiling.

"Thank you, I wondered where this went." He folds it and pockets it in his jacket.

"I thought you were just another charming guy."

"That's what I wanted you to think. My family has these balls every year for me to find my bride, the women just wanted my title and riches nothing else from me," he starts to explain in the too quiet environment. I turn my head to see the entire shop listening to our every word, their heads out of the door.

I sigh in annoyance, people are so nosy. "Do you want to talk somewhere private?" I suggest.

"Sure let's take a walk," he takes my hand and pulls me away from the shop, the electric shock filled my body like it did that night. Heat coursed my skin and I blush as we walk down the sidewalk. "I've been trying to find the woman who I can talk to without her bringing up what kind of royalty I was or how much I was worth," he continues and I listen intently. "I had to persuade my family so I could find my bride my own way, hence the masquerade. I've been fond of being mysterious so I could have a real conversation with someone, even if it's short and build a relationship.

The first time I saw you was when you entered the main ballroom, your dress stood out amongst the other women and how beautiful you were. When I saw you were leaving I couldn't let you get away." I swoon at his words but I was still confused.

"I saw you on the dance with a women and you seemed to be smitten."

"That was a decoy, he walked in with my family as well while I stood in the crowd as another invitee. I had to be able to steal away so I could be alone without watching eyes and pesky questions. That night was magical. I had to find you."

"Wow." we stop when he finishes, hands still holding. "You feel the same way. Is it love?"

"I hope so," he brushes my hair behind my ear, moving closer to my face. "Otherwise all those cakes I ordered would have been a waste," I gasp at his response.

"That was you?"

"Yeah. I came here inconspicuousley, me and my bodyguard sat at the table in the back. I recognized those brown eyes and wide smile, plus your manager kept yelling your name to bring out more brownies. The cakes are amazing by the way." I remember that day, it was really slow for sales and we were passing out free samples for customers to buy.

He made our quota for this year, our manager was so happy. I laugh softly, biting my bottom lip as he pulls me closer to him. Our lips brush, I was a bit scared to kiss him because it felt too good to be true.

He saw my hesitation and shook his head. "This is real," he whisper reading my thoughts, our lips met hotly. The pecks become intense as tongues massage each other, my arms wrapped around his neck, his hands gripping my hips pulling me closer to his body.

"Woohoo!" a crowd yells behind us making us let go and resulting me to bite his lip. I apologize to him over and over again, he just laughs holding me tighter.

I wonder how he can be so happy with this, I ask him just that and tells me "I've been miserable for my entire life because people have told me what to do, I'm in control of what to do and choose if I want to get married or not."

"So are we getting married soon?" I ask.

"We can get to know each other, marriage can be planned. It doesn't have to be now, all I know is that I want you and only you." I say nothing, happy tears filling my eyes.

This is the realist thing I've experienced, one night of feeling like a princess and I get to be with my prince forever. We kiss again, I melt into his arms as the crowd cheer for us again but we ignore it, I smile against his mouth, he lifts me from the ground and spins me once.

One of the most magical things that have happened to me and it's such an amazing feeling.

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