Princess Violet Berseashore spent her last three days in her academy planning her summer vacation. She planned quiet days on her family's private island, a swim on the sea, tanning, and sunlit breakfasts away from Love Lake City.
But today, as she watched her maid pack the last of her clothes inside her suitcase a frown she dared not to hide is formed on her beautiful face.
Her father had planned her whole summer vacation ahead of her. Instead of wonderful, peaceful days on Berseashore Island, her father had finished preparing for her trip to go to Schivour Village to live with her grandfather for her whole summer vacation! Violet tried to explain to her father that she had already planned everything for her vacation, but her father insisted.
"It is your grandfather's request. You should obey," Mr. Berseashore said as he typed on his laptop hastily.
"But it is so boring there! All I see are green everywhere!" Violet groaned.
"Your grandfather never asked us of anything except this. Besides, this is just one summer. You are free to go wherever you'd like on your other vacations," his father said as he looked on to some papers.
As the only daughter of the Berseashore family, Violet grew up being treated like the best of princesses, thus making her a spoiled lady by the time she became 16. Her mother had died when she was eight years of age and her father drowned himself in work to cope with the death of his wife. To make up for being a lousy dad, his father just gave her everything she wanted. Part of it is to keep his daughter from bugging him. The other part is that Violet reminds him of his wife because she looks like her mother.
"I am almost done packing your belongings, Ms.," Violet's maid said politely in a soft voice. "May I request you to start getting ready by yourself?"
Violet groaned. "Like I have any choice! Instead of bathing suits, I would be wearing T-shirts and shorts! Ugh!"
Not that she has any complaints about wearing a shirt and shorts. She actually just bought a new designer brand shirt that matches her denim shorts.
Violet walked towards the bathroom.
"DON'T FORGET TO PACK BUG SPRAYS!" Violet shouted that startled the poor maid.
Then the bathroom door closed with a loud bang.
Violet stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-long hair, as black as a raven's feather with tiny curls, needs combing. The whites of her deep-brown eyes have a slight red on them, the result of wailing, hoping his father would change his mind. Her skin feels tight and sweaty.
"This is not how a princess should look like," Violet told herself with a huff.
Violet started getting ready by taking an hour-long rose bath. As she relaxed in the sweet aroma of roses, she browsed through PicsBook and saw pictures of her friends from her academy sharing their own plans for their summer vacation.
Blonde, creamy-peach skinned Sasha Evergreen is going to another country with her cousin. Dark-skinned Hector is going sledding with his older brother in the snowy mountains.
Violet scrolled some more and saw a post from a blonde, blue-eyed boy named Lucien. It shows the boy inside a car with a view of vast fields and beautiful, vibrant green trees.
"I'd go anywhere if I were with Lucien," Violet sighed.
She saved the picture, making it the 609th picture of Lucien on her phone. After the bath, Violet played her favorite, romance music on her phone as she got up and prepared for the rest of her daily morning routine.
To begin, Violet picked up a bottle of facial cleanser and washed her face with it. Next, she put on toner to shrink pores. An antioxidant serum is the next after the toner and after that is an oil-free moisturizer. The last would be sunscreen to protect her soft skin from the harshness of the sun.
"Next is make-up," Violet said as she hummed and opened her make-up box set for summer looks.
Another long hour of preparing has begun and Violet applied a primer on her face before the base make-up.
Primers help hold make-up in place, as Violet insisted to anyone who asks.
Next, Violet started to glow-up with a bronzer by applying just on the high points of her face. She chose an argan oil bronzer.
"Forehead, cheekbones, chin, and nose," Violet said as she applied.
Since it is summer, Violet thought that less would be more.
"Caked make-up is horrifying," Violet thought as she applied moisturizer and concealer.
After two to three more hours of rigorous grooming later, Violet came out of her bathroom in her flower-printed, yellow off-shoulder top, cream-colored tutu skirt, and brown gladiator heels. For accessories, she used flower earrings, a straw bowler hat with flower and vine wrapped around it, and a brown owl bag with her hair tied in a side-ways fishtail braid.
"So? How do I look?" Violet asked her maid that has been waiting for her for three hours at least.
"Lovely as always, Ms. Violet," the maid replied.
"Thought so," Violet said proudly. She whipped her gaze from her skirt to the maid and scowled at the stacks of bags and suitcases above her bed. "What are my bags still doing here?!" Violet scolded the maid. "Do you want me to leave the mansion without them?! Get them down to the car! What are you waiting for?! Christmas?!"
"I apologize, Ms. Violet. Please do let me get the men to bring your belongings to the car," the maid said, her gaze at the floor.
"You should have done it sooner, idiot! Can't you do anything right?!" Violet shouted as the maid scurried out of the room.
Violet reapplied her lip gloss in front of her vanity before taking a selfie. She made her way to the car after that. As she waited inside the car for the men to finish placing her bags and suitcases at the back, she took another picture and uploaded it on PicsBook with the picture she took from her room and uploaded it with a caption: "This princess soon to experience becoming nature's princess!"
Violet smiled as she inspected her work. "Add a wink face, kiss face, and crown emoji aaaannnnddd..." with a press of a button, she announced, "Posted."
"WHEN WILL YOU LOT FINISH THERE! GET AT IT ALREADY! DO YOU WANT TO BE FIRED?!" Violet boomed.
The last bag was soon placed and the back door locked. As Violet popped in her earplugs, the driver started the car and they are on the road.