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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a little girl, everyone has been telling me that I'm my family's little princess. It makes sense ── I'm the youngest, I'm the only girl and my family's practically Carolina royalty. If my daddy's the king of his construction business and my mummy's the queen of her beauty and jewellery lines, that makes my brothers princes and me a princess. 

I've always wanted to be a princess. Doesn't every little girl wanna be a princess? Okay, maybe not. Kiara doesn't like princesses ── she won't watch Tangled with me, which is kinda sad because it's my most favourite movie ever! JJ and JB always make fun of me for it, they think princesses are stupid too, but I think JJ just says so because Kie says so. 

I get to feel like a princess when my mummy lets me model her fancy dresses or when I get to try on her new pieces that aren't even for sale yet. I feel special when Mummy tells me I'm her special little girl and Daddy calls me the prettiest girl in the world ── even if it makes Cas, Si and Vance pretend to gag. 

I usually can't stand my brothers ── they're big fat bullies most of the time but now that I'm actually getting my wish of being away from them, I kinda miss them. I always wished for a sister or to be an only child but now that part of my wish is granted, it feels weird. I know that I'm here because Mummy says it will be good for me but I'm not used to not having them around. Even though my brothers bully me, they're also the ones I can count on to stand up for me in fights. 

I miss Daddy, he didn't even come say bye when Mummy dropped me off here. Cas had lacrosse and Si had swim practice but they still said bye before I left, Van even packed my luggage with me, he even let me keep one of his old teddies so that I won't miss him too much but Daddy didn't say bye. Mummy said Daddy had no time. I get it but it makes me sad. Does he not love me anymore? 

I didn't mean for it to happen. 

Is Daddy mad at me because of what happened? I wish I could say sorry but how do I say sorry when I don't even see him? I miss when Daddy wouldn't stay in his office all the time and he would work with the door open and I could play with his phonograph. I like watching those jazz CDs of his spin around and how funny the wailing old people sound. I liked when Daddy let me step on his toes and he would teach me how to waltz. When's the last time Daddy waltzed anyway? Maybe he's forgotten. I could refresh his memory if he gave me a chance.