Ursula's POV
"I'll be right there, Zia!" I screamed, trying to do my shoe strings.
I took Zia and Maria's grandparents to a picnic just as I had planned. I looked outside my window and smiled excitedly. It was just the perfect day for a picnic.
Asides from the fact I wanted Maria's grandparents to feel as comfortable as possible, it was also an avenue to drop the message from Maria without doing much damage.
I turned to my mirror to see how my outfit turned out. I almost laughed at the image presented to me. My mum would probably have a heart attack if she saw me like this. No daughter of hers who was also a princess should be dressing like a commoner.
Back in Germany, it was strictly vintage suits and grandma's hand-me-down gowns. It wasn't perfect. Now I could do average pair of jeans and a top paired with some sneakers, and I'm good to go. I tied my hair into a messy bun and twirled it satisfactorily.
