Princess Christina Hope Elizabeth Victoria was born in in 1995 of May, as the youngest child of Princess Diana of Wales, and Charles (I HATE THE DUDE), after her 1st birthday, Her parents Divorced, but what changed their lifes forever is, Diana's tr...
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(^^CHRISTINA'S OUTFIT)
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On the private jet to Britian, Christina was nervously chewing on her perfectly manicured nails, which are coated with the Essie nailpolish in the shade 'Mademoiselle'. Christina had been so deeply lost within her thoughts that she only had snapped back to reality once Leah had tugged on her leg.
"Mamma, Lukey won't weave me alone!" Leah complained to her mother, whom gently sighed, placing a hand on the small of her daughter's back, guiding her back to her seat next to Mary.
"Lukas, leave your sister alone." Christina gently scowled at her son, who nodded, like the good little boy he had been raised to be. "You feeling good 'Sti?" León inquired from his wife, seeing as she only ever picked at her nails whenever she felt anxious, as he practically knew all of his wife's bad habits by now, as she sheepishly sank back.
Yes, don't get her wrong in the situation, as Christina appreciates her husband's care for her, yet she doesn't know how she feels herself over all of this. So suddenly her family wants to do something with her? Isn't that even just a bit suspicious? And Christina knows how manipulative her family actually is! So don't blame her for being just slightly suspicious! Especially, as she also knows that her brother, Harry is getting married to that Meghan wench too.
"I'm just thinking Leo. But I'm alright." Christina flashed a smile in appreciation, pressing a kiss onto her husband's cheek. He just nodded, and kissed her forehead as the two walked back to their kids. Christina just grabbed her son, Matthéo and plopped her baby on her lap as she and León watched the kids play like maniacs.
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ONCE the jet has landed, León and Christina gathered their children, as Chris held her baby on her hip, whilst she grasped Mary's hand, as León picked Lukas up and held the hand of Leah. The family of six had walked down the jet's stairs while the reporters and paps snapped the pictures.
The guards of the couple had made sure to guide the family as far as possible from the press ( atleast they tried ). But the bright flashes of the cameras had caused Mary to place her hand to cover her eyes, as her free hand held onto her older sister's, who sent nasty glares at the papparazzi.
Much to Christina and her children's fortune, they had made it to the limosuine that had been sent by the queen to pick them up. As soon as the guards have closed the doors, Christina let out a sigh.
"Mamma, I don't like these men." Mary pouted, going to grab one of the chocolate bars in the limo, as she had handed it to her elder sister to open it for her, which Leah had done happily for her. Christina let out a lighthearted chuckle, that deep inside stung, seeing how the British paps are totally just horrid. Her own personal experience with them also doesn't help to hide her disgust at them just shoving cameras into the faces of children. Her own children included.
