Lady In Waiting

Chapter 18

You woke up quite early that morning considering the late night you'd both had before. Margot, as usual, was still fast asleep with her mouth wide open and her head of chocolate curls spread out upon her pillow. You tried to sit up which resulted in being the worst mistake you  could possibly make. The aches and pains coming from your head and throughout your whole body were indescribable. You looked over from across your bed and made eye contact with the empty bottle of Famous Grouse that stood upon the coffee table and instantly regretted everything. "Feeling a little delicate darling" Margaret said, smiling as she turned on her side to face you. You groaned which amused her. "First hangover perhaps" she grinned. "Well Y/N, pass me my bag.. yes the one to the side of you". You did as she asked, wanting nothing more than to curl up and go back to sleep. "Now darling.. rule number one of hangovers as they call it". She smiled with a glimmer of mischievousness forming in her pools of glossy chestnut. "Never go to bed on an empty stomach which was in fact your first mistake by how much you drank and how little you ate" You blushed, not sure how to react now that the tables had been turned that you were the one who'd been completely annihilated by the bottle of whiskey that stood before you whereas Margaret, on the other hand was as fresh as a daisy and boy she wasn't going to let that slide.

"We do have to leave for Hollywood in around two hours however, I'll see what I can do" She winked. Starting to sit up in her bed, she reached for her bag - a medium sized leather top handle bag. The handle was a marvelous pinkish color whilst the bottom of the bag upheld a brilliant blue color and the top was painted a bright reddish color. In the middle of the bag, the famous bee - a historical code for what Y/N knew to be Gucci.  She reached into her bag and pulled a packet of small tablets out and waved them in the air. "Now these Y/N are bloody brilliant" She said, taking the tablets out of the little box and popping them out of their film directly into your hands. "Two of these every four hours and you'll be as right as rain" she smiled, looking down into your hands then back up towards your face. It was comforting to see Margaret take on this more expressive, motherly role, a side of her she rarely showed anyone even to her own children.

"Right the downstairs lobby is booked privately for us and for Tony though I suppose over this hissy fit he's throwing about Hollywood, I presume that he won't be joining us thank god" She said as she got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. Within an hour, the Princess had changed into a dark blue outfit with a white blouse and sheer tights to match. She wore little but natural makeup - sheer foundation, lightly filled in brows with a little color on her lids. "Y/N darling, would you mind doing something with these" She groaned, as she held her curly locks in her hands, twiddling them round her nimble fingers trying to create a somewhat presentable up-do but it was clear that hairdressing could never be her profession. "Of course" you said, rolling out of bed. Shockingly, your headache was gradually starting to decrease and you were able to function more. "Feeling a little better?" She giggled, as she sat on a little stool in the bathroom facing a circular mirror. "Much" you smiled, weakly as you started playing around with her hair. You both eventually managed to agree on a hairstyle. "Oh its truly no fun getting older" she moaned, inspecting her skin and pulling it upwards to try straighten the crinkles on her face. "I still think you look youthful - not a day over 51" you laughed as she slapped your arm. "Cheeky" she giggled. "All jokes aside.. you look bloody marvelous" "Promise" she said, turning round to face you. "I promise".

As soon as you were both ready, you walked downstairs to the lobby. Staff had started to align at the bottom of the stairs as they cheered the Princess on. Eventually you came to a large room which was decorated with the most fantastic pieces of art Y/N had seen. In the room, there was a large table with approximately six chairs. You and Margaret both sat as waiters started to appear from the kitchens with plates and dishes which they placed in the middle of the table. Trays filled with sausages, bacon, hash browns.. Plates stacked high with toast..   Bowls filled to the brim with beans and fruits as well as jugs containing different juices.. orange, apple, cranberry. Any possible flavor of fruit juice it was guaranteed to be there. Y/N was completely in disbelief. Never had breakfast looked this good before. You looked over at Margaret in awe to say 'thank you' for the best hangover cure in the world as you sipped upon a glass of orange juice that had already been poured. "Everything alright for you, ma'am" one asked. "Yes everything is quite alright thank you - I would however like a bottle of fizzy orange if you have it". The men looked at each other in confusion until Margot gave a look. The look. To which they responded by scurrying away and entering two minutes later with a tray with the bottle Margaret had requested. She clapped her hands and they all went instantly. It was crazy to see the control that Margaret had over people - especially Americans who had no loyalty to the British royal family.

"Now the third 'Margaret Special' as I call it" She grinned opening the bottle as a sharp fizz escaped out of it. "Are you sure?" you said, looking over at the half empty glass of fresh orange that you were rather quite enjoying. "Trust me" she said, handing you a glass full of the fizzy orange she'd just poured. You took a sip - it was heaven. "Better?" she giggled. "How?" you said, in complete disbelief that she knew everything that you needed. "Darling, I'm the Queen of Hangovers" she said, raising her glass. "Least I'm Queen of something" she said, raising her brows. You were both suddenly interrupted by one of the Royal staff who walked in unannounced "Ma'am it's time to leave" he said. "I was talking" she glared over into his direction. "Me and Lady Y/N haven't finished our conversation nor our breakfast so therefore we won't be leaving until both of us have finished". He sighed. "You may leave now" She smiled, sipping on the glass of orange she'd poured for herself. Margaret was the most demanding royal that you'd ever met which is what made being with her even more suspenseful. She was so high up even in the Monarchy. You could say untouchable. She had people for everything which to be honest you didn't know whether to feel admirable, scared or even protected.

You were finished in the next half hour with breakfast, talking about your futures and how excited you both were to go to Hollywood. "Do you think we'll meet any of the movie stars" you giggled, sipping on the last mouthful of your orange then placing the glass down. "Oh we will I'll make sure of it" as she finished the last of her beans. "Right, we best be going" she said, getting out of the chair and placing her bag on her wrist. You immediately got up to grab the door, remembering your role you were Margot's girl but still technically employed by her and the royal household. A car was already outside waiting for you both as you and Margaret got into the back. You recognized it was the same driver who'd drove you to the resort. The same driver who had a faint idea about you and the Princess' affair but had nothing to say. "Enjoy your stay, ma'am" he said, looking into the rear-view mirror. "It was very basic not up to my usual standard Charlie darling" she giggled. "There's no pleasing you is there ma'am" he laughed. It was this moment that you realized that you had nothing to worry about. It had become apparent that Margot and Charlie were very good friends. If he knew about your secret romance and hadn't gone running to the papers, it showed that he could be trusted. This put you more at ease as the journey to Hollywood commenced. It was full of conversations, giggles, laughter and excitement as the day went on.

A/N

Chapter 19 will be out tomorrow <3 I hope you enjoyed x