Azalea Cookie was a princess by law, but she sure didn't feel like one. Her mother was Princess Cookie, though she was the queen. She had a sister, Willow Cookie. Her life wasn't perfect, but it was what she was used to, yelling and fighting. No matter what happened, she lost.
Her and her sister had different parents, half siblings. Azalea's dad was Knight Cookie, who had passed long ago in a tragic battle. While Willow had two moms in Princess and Pistachio. Pistachio had ran away to never be seen, so it was just the three of them.
Soon there would be a ball, oh, how her mother went on about its importance. Azalea didn't see it, it was just a ball, was it not. Princess had hired tailors and designers to make special gowns for her and her daughters.
Presumably, they would be done by the 15th, considering the ball was on the 20th. However, it was the 17th and they were still there.
Azalea was continuously being measured and stopped to try on clothing pieces. It was really starting to annoy her. She would just be walking around and! Stopped. Trying to eat? Stopped. Sitting around? Stopped. How bothersome.
The workers seemed to be more kind to Willow than Azalea. This was common though, maybe Azalea just didn't look friendly.
Azalea had her mother's pink hair, but less curls, more fluff. She had piercing blue eyes, like diamonds. She wore a medium length blue dress most often, along with a pair of white flats. Her sister however, she looked like a stereotypical Disney princess. She had the most straight minty hair Azalea had ever seen. Shimmering Ruby pupils filled like strawberry jam. Her look was topped off with a forest colored gown.
Azalea hated how her sister looked.
