"I think that's Alice," Marianne says as the lady walk away. "I don't know why I feel she is the one. They looks so much alike." She says.
The crown prince frowns, . "Do you think she is here with John?" The Crown prince asks.
"It's not possible," Marianne says. "They don't even know each other."
"Don't say that. Did John tell you that he is in France?" The crown prince asks, his eyes glint and Marianne shakes her head.
"We should find her and ask her."
They turn around and starts back in the direction the lady has gone. But as they reaches the spot where they have seen her, she is nowhere to be found. The crowd has thinned, and they can see clearly that she has vanished.
Oh, this is crazy, she thinks.
She can only sighs and they go back to the farmer's cottage.
It's night.
On the bed.
