When I started packing at about 1 PM in the afternoon, Stephanie came out, alarmed. She paced around, resting her hands on her waist. I'm packing from my confidential room and Mary's, including our chambers. I had decided to pack from Mary's room alone but soon, l became angry. Why should I act in fear of what someone would say when I'm the Prince and the one practically ruling America.
Since I didn't give a face to Stephanie, she went into her room, locking her door behind her. I could hear her sobs but later I didn't an longer. Something told me that she was up to some plots.
Few hours later after her strange behavior, Mary comes rushing in from downstairs. "Hey honey," she says in a panicky voice. I get alarmed, something must be wrong before she is behaving this way.
"What's wron
