Act Naturally [An Unusual Arranged Marriage] 14

We got there, and I rubbed my eyes off, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses I had bought and put them on, before I took William's hand.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I kind of have to be." I muttered, looking at Mark, who was straightening his tie.
We had all changed before landing, I was now wearing a white skirt, and a pale blue shirt, and both Mark and William were wearing suits, while Joyce had changed into a pinstriped skirt, and matching suit jacket, with a white button down shirt.
I had put on a pair of white heels, and William stared at me for a second.
"Five bucks says you fall on your face."
"If it happens, I'm taking you down with me." I said, and he laughed.
We waited for a few seconds, before the door opened, and we were exposed to the light.
"William!" one of the reporters said, as we walked down the stairs, and I held onto the saftey rail tightly. "how long do you think the relationship will last?"
"A long time." William said calmly.
"How did you meet?"
"We were friend as children."
"Were you sweehearts?" another asked.
"I wouldn't say that." I smiled, and he laughed.
"Be nice." he said, and leaned over, and kissed my cheek, making the reporters go mad.
We got into the waiting limo's, where Lamarr was waiting for us.
"At least there's someone I know." I smiled at Lamarr, who handed me my cary on bag, and a frapichino. "Thanks so much Lamarr."
"No problem Little-Miss." he said, and I took a sip of it, when William reached over to me, and pulled the sunglasses off of my face.
"I'm sorry, but they make you look like Nicole Richie." he said. "With red hair."
"Thanks." I said sarcastically.
He shrugged, and put them on himself, and I burst out laughing. "How do I look?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"Riddicoulous." I smiled. "Hold still I want to take a picture."
I got my digital camera out, and took a picture of him, and then passed it to Lamarr, who took a picture of the both of us.
We got to the hotel, and I was Shocked (not really) to find out we (William and I) were sharing a bed room.
It had two beds, but still.
Awkward.
We got into the room (which might I mention was huugggeeeee) and I droped myself onto the bed closest to the window.
"Nice place." William said, and then tipped the bell boy, and took our stuff.
"Yeah, really." I said, kicking the heels off.
"Don't be so quick, we have to go to some lunch full of buisness associates." he said. "Of my dad's."
"Yeah, becaue I thought you had British buisness associates." I said sarcastically. "Can't we just tell them we would rather not go?"
"Sorry sweetheart." he said, and I winced. "What?"
"My dad used to call me sweetheart." I said, sitting up.
"Oh, sorry." he said softly, and I shook my head.
"It's alright." I said, and cracked my neck, and knuckles, before I grabbed my heels, and put them back on. "So, when's this lunch?"
"Whenever they decide to call." he said, rolling his eyes.
"How long are we going to be in England?"
"A few days, like, three I think." he said.
"And apparantly I'm trying on a dress in every country we go to, and pick one from each, before I narrow it down to one." I said, and he looked over at me.
"So, do I get to help pick?"
"Hell no you don't." I said. "I need a girl to help with something like that, and not your mother. I wish your sister was here... I wonder if Stella McCartey does wedding dresses?"
"I don't know." he said truthfully.
"Wouldn't that be cool though? I mean, I love the Beatles." I said, and he laughed.
"I know you do." he said.
I sighed, and laid back on the bed, before there was a light knock on the door.
"Yeah, no." I said, and William got up, and anwsered it.
"Kids ready?" Mark asked, and I laughed, before looking at him.
"Oh, your not joking." I said, and sighed, before getting up. "Yeah, I guess."
We met up with Joyce in the elevator, and Lamarr, and the other secret service men, and went downstairs, where we went to the restruant, and were greeted by a ton of not only press, but other guests as well.