The Disguised Princess

My new bestie

Chapter 7

Cassiopeia’s pov

The breakfast was a huge success, and the unexpected compliment from Catherine amused Danica no end. When she realised why Danica was so amused, she went all sugary sweet with the compliments that I thought it would rot my teeth from all the artificial sweetness.

I don’t know if she is just a terrible actress or if she is not even really trying, but I am sure no one is falling for her act. I saw Danica subtly rolling her eyes on several occasions. Jacob is either in on her act or stupid, as he looks like he is falling for every word.

I really wished I was a human and had to undergo serious surgery when she invited me shopping for the day. Appendicitis sounds good right about now. Unfortunately, I had no such excuse, and I had to smile sweetly and accept.

You would think I offered her a whole new designer wardrobe the way she acted, I had to wonder what she was gaining from this play of hers. Danica managed to get out of it when I begged her with my eyes and asked her alone.

She looked at me like she would rather have an acid bath than go along with us. She had ‘important’ coven business to attend to apparently, but was rather vague about the whole thing. Jacob, trying to act kind, handed his black card and told us to spoil ourselves, and Catherine happily took it.

As I was dragged out kicking and screaming (in my mind, at least), Catherine was practically skipping to the car that had a couple of warriors to escort us. I could see her looking over them like they were pieces of meat for her to devour.

The poor men didn’t exactly look comfortable under her gaze, but I guess they wouldn’t say much with her being so close to the coven leaders and their son. She waffled the whole way about what shops they had and which were the best boutiques.

I guess with her thinking I was just a poor little servant girl, she had to educate me on the finer things in life, which by her own admission she was an expert on. It is moments like this when you wish you didn’t have super hearing and could block the person out.

I never cared much for that rubbish, yes I liked to look nice, I was quite a girly girl after all, but I couldn’t care if my clothes were bought from a market stall or a high end store. In fact, some of my favourite outfits have been bought from stalls.

Now my granny Morgana can shop with the best of them. She loves dressing herself and her family up any chance she gets. Even she would get tired going around the shops with Catherine. Every single store she wanted to visit and in each one they were expected to serve us.

I mean she insisted on champagne, nibbles, and pretty much every assistant at her beck and call, wanting all of their best clothes, but only if they were one of a kind as she couldn’t be seen in just anything, that someone else could wear.

She quickly threw away anything that looked dowdy, as in it didn’t show enough t**s or leg. Now I am not saying she looks like a wh.ore or anything, the woman has an amazing figure, and I am all for flaunting that if they want to, but yes some of them were a bit trashy.

I also don’t think you need to dress for an exclusive party to have lunch in the house with family. I am not even missing my make up right now, it’s great to not have to worry about looking good all the time with perfect hair, I just throw it back in a messy bun and done, it’s great.

She tries on every item of clothing that they bring in her size and expects me to flatter her after every one she shows me in her little fashion parade. She also gives me all the ones that are definitely not decent enough for a future coven leader.

If I go out in some of these, people will think I am charging for services. I mean, there are not many skirts or dresses, in fact that I could safely bend in even slightly before I am showing them the goods. There is a mid thigh dress that I try on that doesn’t scream prostitute but is cute and sexy.

Out of the three hours so far, that is all I have bought, Catherine has several bags that our poor warriors have to carry. Let’s hope no one tries to kill us or they won’t be able to do sh.it with their hands full, but hey let’s make them bag carriers.

None of the food shops are good enough for us to eat at apparently, even though they are in a high class mall. No, we have to go to the most exclusive restaurant as she demands we be seated. Luckily, they always keep a table for the Anderson family (Jacob’s family), and as his special friend, she should get to use it, especially when she is dining with Jacob’s beloved.

Any reluctance they had before they lost as soon as she said who I was. I tried to say we would eat elsewhere, but they were too terrified that Catherine would complain about them to their leaders. They were terribly apologetic to us, and Catherine demanded a free meal, which they agreed to.

I would definitely be putting enough in the tips that would cover the meal and then some. People need their pay, and I won’t make someone suffer to prove a point or to make myself look above them. We all serve in some way, as a royal we serve our people and I think some people forget that at times.

Society doesn’t function without everyone doing their part. So, a cleaner, cook, or farmer is just as important as a coven leader or queen. It would be chaos if people stopped doing their jobs and only cared about themselves. A leader would not be able to do their job properly if they always had to sort everything out and cover all the jobs.

“This is how they should have treated us the second we arrived” Catherine complains after we have put in our order.

“They didn’t know, they can’t just let anyone take the Anderson family table that walks in off the street unannounced” I try to reason with her, so she acts a bit nicer to them.

“They should know me by now, I have been eating here with that family for years” she says in a very entitled way.

“Fine you may have a point, I will play nice” she says with a dramatic sigh and roll of the eyes.

“Thank you” I say to her, glad she agreed finally.

“Any hoo, how did you manage to bag getting trained with the royal kids? I have been best friends with Cassiopeia for years and never knew they did that, but I guess that is like her, always so inclusive” she questions me

“My mum was close to the family, so Queen Liana took me under her wing when she saw I had an infinity with potions” All true, sort of.

“I see. Well, you have seen how people of a higher station should act then? So you know how to make sure they respect you” she says to me.

“Queen Liana always got respect by showing it to others” I point out.

“Yes well she was brought up with the humans after all. Liana knows how to show people who is boss. She wouldn’t let anyone talk down to her” Catherine says like she actually knows me so well, which she most definitely does not.

“I think it gave her a good perspective on how to rule, seeing things from all points of view, and Cassiopeia has always seemed the same as far as I have seen” I tell her.

“Yes well you don’t know the real her like I do, sweetie. Cassiopeia knows how to make sure others know they are beneath her. You must have gotten off with it being close to her mother” she says so confidently that if it wasn’t me, she was talking about I may have believed her.

What can a person get out of lying about another person? I mean, I have not seen her getting any better treatment by pretending she is my best friend. So what does she gain from the lie? Who actually pretends to know and be friends with people like that? I really don’t understand that mindset.