"Ok, Miss Brown the car is outside, here are the shades and hoodie you will need."

Opening the door, flashes from cameras blind me, as the security walk me to the car, microphones are pushed into my face.

"Kimberly, when did your relationship with Nicholas Jones begin?"

"Have you known for the beginning?"

Finally, making it to the car, I slump down as the driver tries to swerve neighbors and reporters running down the road.

"Sir, we have Miss Kimberly and are on the way to the airport."

Many may wonder what a an everyday American girl who has no talent has done to deceive this treatment.

Well, I did nothing, absolutely nothing, other than fall in love with a Duke's son.