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When I get back to my room after breakfast and an etiquette lesson, Estelle, Allie, and Ariel weren't there. But there was a note on my bed. With several pairs of jeans, skirts, shirts, and dresses.
What?
I walk over and pick up the note and open it. Scrawled across the inside are the words that I dread the most:
Dear 'Lady' Iris, One of the servers overheard your conversation with Lady Charlotte Brown about how you wanted a pair of pants and a skirt. So I had someone go out and buy you a skirt and some jeans in your sizes. They might have gone a little over the top with the jeans, and you may or may not have gone a bit over the top. I hope that you feel comfortable during your stay here, and obviously because I got you these things, I think you owe me a date. Look for another one of these notes in the ladies room with the info. It is labeled, 'LIC.'
-Liam
A little over the top? I seperate the jeans from the skirts, the skirts from the shirts, and the shirts from the dresses. There are at least five different types of jeans, six skirts, eight tops, and two dresses.
Ariel walks into the room and spots the clothes on the bed. "Who sent you those?" She asks curiously. I hand her the note, and she squeals. "You need to get to the ladies room before anybody else finds that note!" Ariel all but pushes me out of the room and I speed walk into the ladies room.
"Iris! Look!" Claire calls from the center of a cluster of girls. "Look what I found!" She exclaims when I reach her. Its an envelope with the initials 'LIC,' that's already been opened.
"Prince Liam wants to meet with me!" She squeals. "Umm, actually, thats umm, for a friend of mine. She wanted me to grab it for her." I lie. Claire glares at me. "Please don't lie, this is for me. He wants to meet, with me! At the library, at 12." She lifts her chin and gives me what I'm assuming is her death glare.
"Actually, that's for a friend of mine. My maid, actually. Her boyfriend has the same name as the prince and as a joke, he calls himself Prince Liam." I lie some more. Claire frowns at the envelope. "Whatever. You're just jealous." She huffs "Ok, but I wouldn't be surprised if a different Liam shows up and not Prince Liam." I shrug and turn and subtly scan the room for maybe a second envelope.
Well I guess Claire is going on a date with Prince Liam.
I sit down at the couch I was sitting down at yesterday during the Report and grab a magazine and flip through it.
A girl that I don't know sits down next to me. "Hello!" She exclaims cheerfully. "Hi!" I respond with just as much enthusiasm, if not more.
"I have heard soo much about you!" The girl exclaims. "You have?" I ask, concerned. I'm already being gossiped about?
"Is it ture that your mom was super close," Here the girl sticks out her pointer and her thumb and holds them super close together, "to falling in love with the King when she fell in love with your dad?"
