*Gasp*! what the heck?

"what? I don't understand. what happened last night"?

I glanced at the clock. 2:19 a.m. "ugh. honey, where's the pain pills"?

I silence filled the room as if she was alone. "um... honey"? again there was no reply. I walked to the bed and saw him there. maybe he was just so tired he couldn't hear me.

"aww... he looks exhausted. I guess I should let him rest".

although I still couldn't go to bed with a severe headache. my head was throbbing with a pain I have never experienced.

I woke up early in the morning and never went back to bed. I couldn't get over my throbbing headache.

"what in the heck was wrong with me? why couldn't I sleep"?

"well its 11:00. why isn't he awake yet"? she headed toward the bedroom. noticing that there was total silence. usually he would get in the shower immediately. "did I do something wrong? why would he ignore me like this? its unlike him".

she rolled him over...

AHHHHH!!!!

she immediately called the police and told them everything.

they rushed over to her house to investigate. "miss, were you hear last night"? he calmly asked. "how could you be so calm at this time?! my husband is dead! and you're gonna be calm about this? how dare you"? "ma'am. all I ask is were you here last night? "um... I can't remember anything that happened last night. I... I don't understand why".

could I have gotten drunk? wait.. no. I wouldn't go to a bar without my hubby. what happened?

"here is some footage of local bars around here".

the footage showed that she was at the bar on Carsel drive.

"what?! how is this possible"? she was questioning everything. "ma'am you were clearly here. how do you not remember this"?

"I... I don't know. I would never get drunk without my husband around". "well you were obviously there. so you must have so recollection of this".

"no I dont".

"what is wrong with me"?!

she wasn't lying. she actually didn't remember anything from that night. "officer, all I remember is coming home and going to bed. my husband was already sleeping. or so I thought he was". "well, then I have no choice but to arrest you and charge you of murder".

she was inoccent. but no one believed her. "officer, give me one week to prove my innocence. please I really don't deserve this". "alright I don't usually do this but since you are actually attractive I will let you off easy".

she actually got out of being arrested for her looks. that wasn't legal. something fishy was going on. and she was gonna get to the bottom of this...

... but how was she gonna do it? she didn't even remember what happened... but she will do her best to prove her innocence. somehow...

Day 1

"its my first day of finding evidence that I didn't murder my hubby. and its NOT going well. and I get the strange feeling I'm being watched. now would be a good time for me to run. FAST". She ran so fast that she tripped over a rock and fell into a lake. she would be fine but she can't swim. she was never a strong swimmer.

"stop the car"! a mysterious voice yelled. the mysterious man jumped into that lake and saved her. (cough) (cough) "thank you. my name is Elena Gordilani. and I'm truly grateful for you saving me". she said. "whatever". "what?! don't "whatever" me! don't you know who I am"?

"nope. I'm walking away now". he rudely said. "ugh. I hate when people do this". so she continued on. but she regrets not asking that man for a ride. and his name. "I wanted to tell him about who I am but he didn't seem interested". she arrived at a town 6 hours later. "hello. can I get a bottle of wine, and some Bananas"? oh and can I use your phone? I need to make a quick call".

"go ahead. I will scan these for you young lady".

"thank you".

she dialed the number for the phone company. but then she remembered...

"Thank you". "whatever".

she never asked for his name. so she hung up and called the cop that's as there the day she called after seeing her husband dead. "Hello, how may I help you today"? a voice came from the phone. "hi I'm trying to reach officer Jones. my name is Elena Gordilani. he was helping through my husbands death". "he isn't here right now. may I take a message"?

"yeah. tell him to get his *** over to the phone now. I hope he has a good evening because I can hear him right now. cause I can tell, you are on speaker phone". she angrily explained. she was mad. she wasn't in the mood for games. she wanted to find her husbands killer. and she won't stop until she does. "Now. put officer Jones on the phone before I call your boss to tell him that you guys aren't doing your job".

"what am I saying"?!

"why am I having sudden mood swings"? she thought to herself. "this never happens". "anyway... Lady! you have to put him on the phone". "I'm sorry Mrs. Gordilani, He is busy at the moment". "I DO NOT CARE!! I have to speak to him now"!

"what the H*** is wrong with me today? why am I suddenly angry"? she thought again. to continue the call please insert 25 cents. "ugh. not now. I really need to speak to him".

"ma'am, your groceries are ready. but I need some ID".

"sorry. I totally forgot. here".

"*gasp* I'm so sorry Mrs. Gordilani. I didn't recognize you. you're so much more beautiful than in your photo. there is no need to pay. its on the house". he generously said. "umm... I'm sorry, what? I don't have to pay? why"? "because you are the heir to the throne. you are supposed to be queen of Daranso.

Day 2

"ugh. why didn't I remember this? I forgot I was the heir? that's not even something that's hard to remember!! I need some wi- well s*** I forgot to buy a wine key. wait there's a note". "You might need this. you can't have wine without it".

"wow. that guy was so nice. I should've tipped him. i feel like such an ***hole. stupid me". she then felt a thrashing pain in her stomach. "gah! what was that? whatever it was is gone now". she was concerned about it but she wasn't gonna let it stop her. so she just continued her journey. so she started humming. hmm... mmm.... mhm hmmm..

"you"! "may I help you? wait! you are the guy I ran into yesterday. who are you? what do you want from me"? "sorry my name is Prince Barkley. sorry for frightening you". he explained. "no need to apologize. its not a problem".

"I was in a bad mood yesterday. sorry about that". "its okay. everyone has mood swings. I had one myself".

she wasn't willing to tell him what she was mad about though.

"why were you mad"? he asked a question she didn't wanna answer. it made her start to cry. "whoa, ma'am are you crying"? "*sniffle* no I'm fine. I'm fine. she lied. "I can tell that your not telling the truth". *sniffs* okay. the reason why I am here is because I am looking for evidence to prove my innocence". "innocence"? "well, I mean... my husband died and the police think I killed him just because I came from a bar drunk the other night. then when I told them that I went straight to bed they tried to arrest me".

"s*** she was married? now it definitely wouldn't be right for me to ask her out". he thought to himself. "umm... sir,? are you okay"? "yes. I'm fine. just lost in thought. that's all". he said. He really liked her. she was super attractive and nice. how could someone not like a woman like her. but then he heard she was married. that's when he stopped.

"I shall continue my quest now sir". she explained. "wait. let me give you a ride. you shouldn't be walking all the time".

"very well then". she then got inside the car and told him where to go. "Elena. why would you just get into someone's car? you don't even know who I am". "well, I feel like I can trust you. you seem like the type of person to be nice, and protective to others". his face turns red like a tomato. "th-thanks". he leans over to her slowly... he didn't have any control over his own body. he was going insane for thinking its alright to kiss her but he was going for it anyway.

"excuse you! I am here to get a ride to the police station. not to be your plaything". "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking". the car was filled with silence the rest of the ride.

"Elena, do you find me... attractive?