The British Princess

Part 17

In my free day I planned to just relax and wind down from my busy week. I had been run off my feet, constantly dividing my time between all these guys and I had barely any time to myself.

Like I said, I had planned to relax, but it all went down hill five seconds into my day when I was in the bathroom.

"Thea!"

"Yes Miss?"

"I need a tampon, hurry, there's none left in here."

I was panicking in the bathroom as when I opened the cupboard I had no period supplies.

"Oh no, is it that time again?" I heard Thea call out from the bedroom and I was getting frustrated that she wasn't just bringing me what I need.

"Hurry!"

"Is this the beginning of a cranky week?"

"Thea I'm bleeding!"

"Oh no it's already started. Here you are." Thea slides a handful of tampons under the bathroom door.

"You're a lifesaver Thea, thanks." I say and pick up what Thea had passed to me.

As much as I like being a female, periods suck.

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Isabelle and I went on a walk in the gardens, just us two princesses in the morning while Thomas was doing royal things.

Isabelle was in a stunning blue day dress with a matching ribbon woven into her crown braided hair.

"Nervous for the report?" She asked me as we sat on a bench in the gardens that was surrounded by tiny purple flowers.

I shake my head no, "Not really, I'm more anticipating what the boys are going to say about the selection, mainly about me."

"Is Julia still running the report?" Izzy asks and I nod.

"Yup. Who else could possibly host as well as her."

"So I'm guessing she's going to get all the gossip tomorrow, but I want the truth, how many have you kissed?" Izzy asks and turns to me accusingly.

"Geez Izzy, you look at me like I would have snogged all of them already."

She shrugs, "I wouldn't put it past you."

I shove her shoulder lightly, "Only two of them. Well kinda if you ignore the kiss on the cheek Raydon snuck yesterday."

"Hold on. Let me guess one of the proper kisses was Mr. I-play-soccer-and-call-you-Lottie, which is adorable by the way." She guessed and I wish she wasn't right all the time.

I shrug.

Izzy beams, "You kissed him, didn't you. How was it?"

"Good I guess."

Then she looks more puzzled, "Then who's the other lucky guy?"

"Not telling."

"Why? I thought you would let me in on these things."

"Fine, fine. It was Hunter."

"Is he the brunette? Or the curly, black haired one?"

"The brunette. The other one I think you're meaning is Raydon, the one who kissed my cheek remember."

"Oh I saw a picture of you and Hunter on a magazine the other day. Top of the polls he is."

"Really? Have they put out the photos from the shoot yet?"

"Yeah I'll show you." Isabelle says and pulls out her iMove from her pocket. She loved getting her maids to put small pockets in her dresses, and it's really helpful for me too, having pockets.