Scarlett and the rest of the Rebels of Destruction watched as the royal procession entered the stadium. She could barely contain herself as she watched the fanfare of the future princesses' arrival. "Isn't it amazing? There she is!" Scarlett could barely see through the curtains and stretched her neck to just get a better glance.
Mason, her father, walked up behind them with William, Bella's security, "Scarlett, come with us. It's time to meet the princess." Mason took his daughter's hand and her eyes almost sparkled with excitement.
"Miss Scarlett. You are aware of the rules. You can curtsy and only shake Princesses Arabella's hand if it's offered. Only speak if spoken to," William reminded her.
"Yes, sir. I remember."
