The British Princess

Part 48

Isabelle's baby shower that I was throwing was taking place this morning and I had such a fun time setting everything up.

I had balloons and little blue and pink cookies made. Streamers hung all around the room and music was playing.

Izzy had decided for this to be a girl only event, to keep it to a small occasion, so I had made sure to help in picking the guest list.

I however, was not happy about one of the names of the girls being invited.

Harriet.

That girl was not welcome back here in my eyes. Not after the shit she had been doing to me ever since she lost the selection. I swear she clung to Isabelle only to save whatever fame and money she could regain after not winning.

I can't believe I actually used to like her. And it turns out the more I think about it, she had tricked a lot of people into being her friend.

But I had already tried to insist she not be invited, and if didn't work on Izzy. We had had this fight previously when we made the guest list and it was too late now.

"You are not inviting her!"

"Charlotte, come on, she's my friend."

"No she isn't. She ruined my birthday party last year and yet no one gave a shit. Then she ripped my dress at Christmas. I don't know why on earth you would invite her to this event."

"Harriet didn't mean to rip your dress and you know that."

"Yeah right. It's a big of a coincidence that her massive, sharp heel dug right into my toe huh?"

"She apologised to you and she's always been a terrible dancer, you know that."

"Rubbish. Ever since she knew she wasn't going to win she was obsessed with becoming your best friend. You wanna know why? Because she knew if she had you she could get whatever she wanted. She's a bloody money grabbing, fame obsessed, two faced little liar with anger-"

"Charlotte! That's enough. She's coming to the baby shower because she is my friend. And please stop saying such nasty things about her."

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

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On the guest list were currently 12 people aside from Isabelle, my mother and I.

Isabelle's mother Amber, and sisters, Isla and Elizabeth. They were flying in with some of Izzy's friends from Australia; Ruby, Michaela and Abbey.

Hadley was invited, as she was Isabelle's friend during my brother's selection and the main one she truly kept in touch with.

Harriet, although I didn't want her coming full stop.

Serena was also coming, who was overjoyed to be invited and join us, asking me an extensive list of questions. What should I wear? What should I bring? Can Colin come?

Lola, Archie's wife, who of course would be invited as she was a fellow princess and good friend now.

Imogen, who was dating my cousin Edward. Isabelle had met her once in the town at her families bakery, and she's convinced me that she has to be invited. I'm glad I finally get to meet her and get to know her.

And the last invite went to Lady Irene, who was still in London and keen to catch up. She was actually a really nice person, easy to get along with, and able to relate to royalty life to some extent.

So far, the visitors from Australia had arrived and were chatting with my mother in the day room, while Isabelle and I went to greet whoever would be arriving next.