With her eyes still close Diandra reaches out to the radio and switch it off. Hearing someone clear their throat.
Diandra opens her eyes seeing the workmen standing inside the study and Alex was sitting with his head bent.
Wondering, 'Were they all listening to the story?' Looking at their faces seeing the sad expression, asking, "What are you all doing in here?"
When Alex did speak as he looks at her, "Was that you telling our life story Diandra?"
"Alex, what on heaven's name are you talking about, I cannot tell stories, especially on the radio.
I have listened to this story so many times, I could repeat it word for word but in the radio, Nah?"
Johnny has been listening to them conversing but what he notices while the radio broadcast was going on, Alex was crying.
"Diandra, that was you on the radio broadcast, telling the world of my story."
"If you feel it's your story, who am I to dispute otherwise."
Seeing how angry he was, when he said, "How could you do this?"
"I did not do anything."
"Then tell me who did you relate our life story to?"
"Alex, I did not relate our life to anyone or about anything."
"Diandra, that is your voice, I know it is you?"
Kneeling in front of him hoping to comfort him, but he took her in his arms, "Honey, I am so sorry that I hurt you."
"Alex, please try and control your emotion,"
Johnny sense in his heart that this is a personal matter they have to reason between themselves, so he signals the men to return to their work.
Alex stroking her face, "Sweetheart, I had everything, and not once I had taken into consideration what you went through living on the streets.
Please give me another chance to make it right so we could change the story."
"Alex, that is just a story."
"I know, but it's the story of my life, how could you listen to it?"
"I love that story."
"Diandra, my God, that is our life."
Stopping him, "Yours maybe not mine, the Princess was happy and she has a new life, I don't have to feel guilty.
But as you say the story could change, who knows in a few months something or someone could turn around the whole story making the Prince look good.
Maybe I could tell another tale, is that what they call stories."
"You are very devious."
"I am and what does that word mean?"
"Oh, sly, crafty, secretive, cunning, sneaky."
"Wow, all those words."
"Yes, and it has more."
"I see, well for the young Prince to look good he have to placate the Princess and find a way to get her back to the palace or he will have to move into her small cottage.
But from what I understand that Princess is not leaving her friends."
"You are right then I must go and find my Princess and tell her how sorry I am, and that I love her very much.
And I will kiss her like this and this and this and when her birthday comes I will invite her to dinner and then we will go dancing to celebrated all the birthdays we miss together.
You see Diandra, I want my Princess to know that I was wrong and I need her forgiveness."
"And supposed she doesn't?"
"I am going to plead and beg and will not leave her doorsteps until she says that she forgives me."
"You sound very determined?"
"I am Diandra, I am ready to do anything."
"But Alex, supposed the Princess found another Prince that love her very much, and makes her feels like a queen."
"I will not give up, there must be a way to win her back, if you recalled clearly the Princess was married to the young Prince and he has some rites still?
She cannot get married to that newfound Prince because she was never divorce, so you see the Prince still have a fighting chance to find a way."
"Are you saying that it is a challenge?"
"Yes, it is."
Alex, hears her laughing when he calls her, "Diandra!""
But instead, she said, "Alex you will have to tune in to hear more about the Young Prince and Princess Pretty."
"Diandra, how often does this story play?" "
This particular storyteller is programmed on Wednesday at one-thirty in the afternoon."
"Well, they got themselves another listener."
"I am glad to hear that, and soon another one of her stories will be releasing, from what I heard she has received many awards with this story Princess Pretty."
"I must write her a letter informing her that, it is my life story."
"You should do that, but they might boo you down, so Alex won't you feel embarrassed?"
"I might but then I am a terrible Prince, I treated the Princess badly, I was selfish and a deserter but I wonder if her two friends taught her to read and count her money?
Because it was only recently this Prince realized that his Princess could take care of her beautiful long hair, cook tasty dishes, mix and match colors beautifully, what else?"
"You still have to tune in to find out?"
"Will, you please have dinner with me tonight Diandra?"
"I am sorry."
"So the battle is really on?"
"Maybe!"
Touching her face, "You have changed so much within these four years."
When she laughed saying, "If I was Princess Pretty, I would return to the palace if he comes knocking at my cottage door."
"Will you really return with the Prince to his palace, if he comes knocking at your door?"
"I am not Princess Pretty, my life is full of happy things."
"So don't I have just a tiny chance of changing this Princess of mine heart, so she could return with me to my palace?"
"I don't know, but seeing that you are here, did you bring me lunch? I am so famished and my tummy is fighting a battle."
Standing up Diandra walks towards the door calling out to her, "Diandra!"
"Yes!"