The sun glared through my window as I rolled to my side not wanting to leave my very comfortable and fluffy bed.
But unfortunately, i have to because I have no choice and even if I decide to go against that rule, I'm in no mood to see any disappointed look on my parent's face.
"Good morning princess!" Imogen,my personal maid--- who is also my bestfriend holler in her always cheerful voice as she pushes my door open.
"Good morning Imogen, How was your night?." I ask as I stretched my muscles.
"Very fine pri---"
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me princess?" I cut her off as she carefully placed my breakfast on my bedside table.
"I guess I'm used to it." She replied shrugging.
"Imogen, you are my bestfriend, my sister, so you have every right to call me by my name." I exclaimed as i pushed my feet into my fluffy soft slippers.
"Okay I'll try." She said moving to my closet to pick my clothes.
"How about this, you call me by my middle name, Bella" I smiled as i entered the bathroom to brush my teeth.
" Okay Bella ." She laughs as i smile in satisfaction.
Imogen has been my bestfriend since forever, her mom was the chief maid and she took in the same time as my mom so Imogen and i were born the same day.
We pretty much grew up together; hence the bond, back then, she always called me Bella and i would call her Mandy because that was her middle name. But as time went on, guess her mom gave her the talk, she started calling me by royalty.
But my parents decided she should be my personal maid since she understands me more and it's better than working as a normal palace maid and even if my parents try to veil it, they adore Imogen.
Today was going to be a long day, I'll be meeting a prince from France--- or something of that nature.
Don't get me wrong, I love Paris, that's in fact my dream place but do I really have to meet him?
I mean his parents and mine can just have their dinner thing and talk over it but the main reason why they are not doing that right now is because their son decided to tell his parents he has eyes for me and wants to meet me in person.
I get that he just wants to meet me but do we really have to go on a date, I guess the kid is quite needy and his parents are the 'I'll do anything for him' type.
So they talked with my parents and the prince was coming today and he's going to stay in the palace for a week before going back.
I hurriedly brushed my teeth as i went back to my room to eat my food, pancake with chocolate syrup and vanilla milkshake.
My favourite.
Imogen came out of my closet few seconds later just as I was about to dig into my food.
"Thought you were gonna stay in there for the rest of the day." I joked as she came out with four dresses I've never seen before.
"Suit yourself." She scoffed rolling her eyes.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked sipping my milkshake.
"I ate before coming, so not dealing with you on an empty stomach." She said as we both laughed.
I finished eating putting the tray aside as I went to the bathroom to take my bath. I came out just in time to see her put four shoes close to the dresses.
"Okay so which of them do you like?" I asked her as i dropped my robe on the laundry basket leaving me in my undergarments.
"Anyone." I answered.
When we were growing up,she was the tall and skinny one while I was the short one who had baby fat. But as we grew up, she added a little flesh and that was it but I never got skinny, I wasn't overweight but I had wide hips and a plump chest---Imogen's mom said I had rapid growth.
I used to get annoyed that I wasn't fit enough but before we turned seventeen, things changed, my baby fat finally disappeared,if you exclude the one on my cheeks and my belly became flat while Imogen became more pretty but she doesn't see that.
"I'm gonna continue eating till I become less skinny." She grumbled as she fell on my bed.
"Imogen you are perfect just the way you are okay? You don't need to get fat or skinny, I actually prefer your body, it's called--- average." I said emphasising on Average.
I tested the first dress, An emerald green dress with a v-neck, it was very beautiful as laces and beads lined up every embroidery. but as we tried thing up the laces, it wouldn't go past the chest region so i gave it to Imogen to try it out if it sizes.
She strip from her previous clothes wore it and it was exactly her size and at this moment, i wished I was skinny at least average sized.
"It's beautiful." She said in awe as she spinned.
"True." I said content seeing the happiness on her face.
"My prin-" It was from the door as we turn towards it as the person stared at us wide eyed.
It was Imogen's elder brother, Kieran. He was a cobbler like his dad, he was the one who made all my shoes but he assists his dad in making shoes.
He stared at me with wide eyes, his eyes slipping from my face to my chest cladded in a lacy bralette making a red colour tint his ear and cheeks as his eyes slowly went down from my chest to my lacy panties then to my bare legs and back to my face again making me turn flaming red.
Imogen glared as she threw a shoe at him.
"I'm sorry, I--I didnt, i d--didn't mean t--to." He groaned at his inability to form words.
"Kieran, get out." Imogen yelled as it finally registered in my head and I move to cover my body with one of the dresses.
His eyes widened in shock as he turned around opening the door--- muttering some profanities as he locked the door behind him.
Imogen sighed once he was gone, walking to the door to lock it--- not forgetting to pick up the shoe. "Gracie." She laughed looking at me.
she knew I had a crush on her brother.
"Oh my heavens, I'm never making new shoes again." I said falling on my bed as Imogen continues to laugh.
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