"My ... My Lady?" the guard stammered.
Zanzarra looked at him impatiently. "Are you dumb? I am asking you if I am beautiful or not."
"Of course you are beautiful, My lady. You are very beautiful." The guard said in the most sincere way possible. 'But the First Princess is far more beautiful than you.' he added silently.
"Then, why didn't he even look at me?"
The guard scratched his head and remained silent. He did not know how to answer her question.
Zanzara snorted then she entered the palace with a dejected look.
The guard heaved a sigh of relief. He went inside the blue Porche and brought it to the garage.
The following morning, Amaya went to school early. She was wearing a sports shorts and tight fitting shirt and these were appropriate for a steeplechase.
