Violet's P.O.V
"Now in support for the princess, the future queen of our wonderful kingdom. I would like to be your Fashion advisor!", Diva squealed. Her words almost made me fall out of my chair. "Fa-fashion advisor?", I squeaked. "Uh-huh! Now your highness please be a dear and return us so I can get on with my plans for your adorable twin.", she asked Michael and in instant, we were dragged back down into real-world rather physically as the table and chairs shook as if we landed onto the floor.
"Thank you.", aunt Diva mused clapping her hands twice and two burly women wearing white suits and dark shades dropped down from the sky onto her sides. "The princess will need a major makeover and a new wardrobe fit for the next queen.", she instructed the two women who went to my sides and carried me by the arms dragging me off the table and onto a parked limo stationed at the side of the villa.
