My Secret Journal

Chapter 5

The next day began early. At seven o'clock, Elizabeth came back to Malina's room to bring her down to breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Jones. Breakfast is ready down in the dining hall," Elizabeth greeted politely.

"Thank you, but please, call me Malina," she responded, not wanting to sound too formal. She left her bed and went into her closet to put on a simple navy blue dress. Once she was ready, she went down to the dining room (with some help from Elizabeth), where Guinevere and Adam were waiting.

"Where's Gibson?" Malina asked, a little confused that her cousin's fiancé was absent from the breakfast table.

"Gibson doesn't usually wake up until it's rather late, so we'll have to wait until he gets down here to eat," Adam answered.

"So we have to wait for another five hours to eat breakfast because of that la- I mean lovely prince...," Malina stopped herself, not wanting to insult the heir to the throne.

Luckily for Malina, Gibson woke up and came down at around nine o'clock.

"Hello, brother, Babe, and Madeline. The maids made me wake up now, so you don't have to wait," Prince Gibson greeted, a little upset that he had to wake up early for him.

"My name isn't Madeline; it's Malina," Malina corrected. After the prince sat at the table, a couple of servants came in to serve the four of them breakfast of french toast and tea.

"Well, my little Boo Bear, did you sleep well?" Gibson asked Guinevere all lovey-dovey.

"I did quite well, Braveheart," she replied just as lovey-dovey as her fiancé.

"So, what are all of the plans for today?" Malina wondered aloud after taking a sip of black tea with cream and sugar.

"We begin the wedding preparations right now so that we can get married as soon as we can," Gibson responded. "Adam, you will be my best man," he added to his brother.

"And Malina, you're going to be my maid of honor," Guinevere proclaimed.

"The ceremony shall be held at three o'clock in the afternoon followed by a seven-course meal at five o'clock so we can receive everyone's congratulations and gifts. The wedding dance will follow dinner. We will have the finest seamstresses we can find to make the wedding dress of your dreams and the maid of honor's dress. There will be no other bridesmaids or groomsmen, and the main flowers will be roses. Is all of that fine by you, Buttercup?" Gibson planned while snuggling with her.

"That's exactly what I had in mind! This will be the best wedding ever!" Guinevere exclaimed.

"What needs to be done now?" Malina asked, interested.

"We need to find the best priest, florists, seamstresses, chefs, bakers, painters, and musicians in the country. Select a date for the wedding and decide what we're going to serve for dinner with the cake," Gibson listed.

"May I be excused?" Malina asked after she finished her breakfast.

"Yes, Matilda. You will be called when the royal seamstress is here to make your maid of honor dress," Gibson answered.

"Not again; will he ever say my name correctly?" Malina muttered to herself as she went back to her room.

Unfortunately for Malina, because the dressmaker wouldn't come in three days, the next couple of her days were quite long, tedious, and uneventful, with nothing for her to do. She wasn't even allowed to go outside because of the law stating that no lady staying in the palace couldn't leave unless accompanied by one of the princes or a male servant. So when the wedding gown and maid of honor dress designers came, she felt as though it was a blessing.