Chapter 4 - Over ripe strawberry.
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I sat down on my big bed while losting in space. One can feel lonely at night when sleeping because no matter how you row on the bed your body isn't going to hit the floor.
My bed is dressed like that of a princess because I make sure that my bed looks like that of Barbie.
My bed cover is pink likewise my bed sheet, my room was decorated in pink, making it look more girlie.
There is a huge portrait of me on the wall, I wore a pink ball gown, pink, gloves, pink shoe, and just to top it all, I wore a Crown that has a pink sparkling pink diamond on it. I was fifteen of age, when I dress like that, it was precisely my fifteenth birthday. I had beg my parents to allow me to dress like a doll, they have no distinct option but to allow me because it is my birthday.
I can still remember how Miss Margaret dressed my hair into two, I look like Barbie, if I am to be honest. Miss Margaret helped me to lay the edge of my hair, she gave me a Pink earring as a birthday present, the present came early, so I wore the earing to top up the beauty of my clothing.
On my fifteenth birthday, we ate cake, which has a pink design, if you don't know me that well, you might think I am crazy because everything around me was all pink. In the portrait on my wall, I was holding a pink doll, which has a shaped heart in the middle, with the description saying the word " I Love you". I hold the doll with one of my hands, while the other one was beside me, in the picture, I was showing off all the teeth I possess.
"Din don" The sound of my doorbell was heard.
I came back to my senses immediately, but before I could say " come in" Miss Margaret was already inside.
I don't understand everyone leaving in the castle, mostly those that are close to me. They admire entering my room, without my approval.
" Your highness how is your suitor " Miss Margaret asked.
Hmm Miss Margaret, you know I love telling you the truth because I can't hide lies from you. So if you want me to be truthful, I just don't have to withhold anything from you.
Miss Margaret, prince Josh is nice, he is cute, handsome in all that he does, he is shy which I pretty like about him, he is free to talk to, hmm... I guess that is all.
" ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Miss Margaret asked, while stressing the word. " Don't tell me that there is no more thing to talk of him. You said he is handsome, you even love his act of shyness, but why do you stop, because for me I don't think that you aren't done talking about him ". Miss Margaret said.
" Miss Margaret, I think I forget to tell you..... he is pretty caring, because when I was telling him that I am not ready for marriage, he just put his hands on my cheek, like if he was trying to wipe my tears away ". I said smiling as I recall how his hands feels on my cheek.
" Ahh I see!!!, so he is also caring, and yet you said you aren't interested in him, are you sure you can ever fall in love then," Miss Margaret asked.
" I don't think he is the..... ". Before I could finish my statement, Miss Margaret suddenly interrupted me.
" Your highness" are you sure you aren't falling in love already because by the look of your face, I would just have to say that you are falling for him, just look at yourself, you are like an over ripped strawberry.
I got up from my bed, as fast as possible and headed to the dressing mirror.
My eyes were about to come out from my eye socket, I couldn't believe that Miss Margaret wasn't joking at all, because the whole of my face is all pink, you can't compare an over ripped strawberry to how my face looks like. If you ask someone to choose between me and an over ripped strawberry, of which one is red, they will choose me, because my face is redder than a strawberry.
" If you want to spend the whole day looking at the mirror, I will say go ahead, but don't forget that you are to be at the dining room in the next fourteen minutes," Miss Margaret said. I was about saying I wasn't hungry when Miss Margaret suddenly say " I will have to tell his Highnesses that you are in love with prince Josh".
She was referring to my day, and I know that she is capable of doing so. My jaw dropped in disappointment.
"Ahh!! Miss Margaret, you are despicable ". I said to her while giving her a pleading look.
" I will have to go now, but don't worry Your Highness, I will convince His Highness to start preparing for the wedding ". she said.
She places her hand on her stomach while she works out of my room, I know Miss Margaret, she doesn't joke with her words, if she says something then it's final, something I do reason if she is my actual Mom because my mom isn't strict like Miss Margaret, my mom is just quite, beautiful and a good dancer, I learned how to dance the ballroom dance from Miss Margaret. My Mom taught me, but her moves were way too hard for me to learn, so she handed me over to Miss Margaret, whose moves were quite simple
My mom taught me how to dance hip hop dance, those types of dance weren't meant for a princess was what my dad would say, but my Mom wasn't bothered. Her hip-hop moves were super extreme, but I still beat her whenever we do a competition which was every weekend.
Before my door was about to close, I called out for Miss Margaret.
" Miss Margaret, I am going to come downstairs, so don't tell them," I said.
" I need you to be there in the next ten minutes" Miss Margaret replied without looking back.
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