she hadn’t meant to let the photos slip to the american news service - just like she hadn’t intended on escaping from her royal duties for a day, and going off on what had been the greatest adventure of her life thus far. it’d just seemed like a good idea at the time: if she’d secretly released the photos to the press, then maybe she’d find a way to have her friends back. but now, all she could think of was joe - had realized in time all the havoc she’d caused not only to him, but to her family and country as well & what he’d given up career wise for her. everyone had to make sacrifices every now and then - it just seemed like hers were constant; that she’d never gotten the chance to make her own choices aside from that one day.
just like what’d happened that day, she hadn’t realized the consequences of her actions until just after she’d sent off the photos - as rome was the final stop of her tour, she’d convinced aunt cece to allow her to stay for just a few more days. what aunt cece hadn’t accounted for was that ann would’ve pulled a stunt like this; that there’d be photos of ann kissing a reporter, ann riding on a vespa with said reporter, in the news. and joe, what would joe think of it all?
it was with this thought that she found herself right in front of via margutta 51 once again. she needed to warn him, to tell him about what she’d done.
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