How To Do It Like A Princess

How To Do It Like A Princess-Chapter 2

Chapter Two

‘Blair, how have you been? We haven’t seen you in a long time,’ Isaac’s father, Prince of Wales asked me kindly.

I chuckled nervously, ‘You may not have seen me, but I saw you on TV the other day!’ Oh gosh, not the right way to go. Nobody laughed, but I thought I saw Isaac’s mouth twitch, ‘Err...yeah, I’ve been very well, thank you. And you?’

My mother shot me a look that said ‘Do not mess this up. Do not mess this up.’ Repeating that in my head, I sat straighter, crossed my legs at the ankles and placed my hands in my lap. Total princess-style.

‘Blair can go and get her things now, if you like,’ my dad started to Isaac’s father, ‘In fact, she can be with you by the end of today,’

That caught my attention, ‘Sorry?’ I asked, back straight as a rod as my eyes darted around the room.

‘You didn’t know?’ Isaac’s mum chuckled, slightly condescendingly and looked at me, placing a hand on my knee,’ you’re moving in with us. Not to the Palace, of course, but you’re coming to stay with us at our private house near Sloane Square,’ she pursed her lips, looking at me for a reaction.

I should’ve known my parents would have wanted me out of the house so they could deal with their own problems. Still, Sloane Square. Sloane Square! It was a beautiful area and a bus ride away from most of Central London. I grinned. But then I remembered I would be moving out. And living with Isaac, who hadn’t said a word since I walked in. I looked at him. Not happy. I bit my lip. So he didn’t want me living with him. That was understandable. I smiled at his parents, ‘I can go and get them now if you like, but I fear it may take me a while longer to get it all packed,’

‘Don’t be silly. Tomorrow, we can go shopping, buy you all the clothes you could possibly want. And as for all the other...special things, we can have it arranged for today. Just go and get your bag, we want to show you around. You can always come back later. Isaac, go with her so she knows what to take.’ The Princess of Wales looked at us expectantly.

I saw Isaac sigh and get up, still not saying anything. He let me through the door first and I led him up to my room.

I had never been the neatest person, because I hated to throw things away. Over the past two years, we’d had a cleaner coming to make my room tidy. I looked around; It was better than it usually was, but I had messed things up a bit yesterday evening and I noticed with horror a bra poking out from underneath the duvet. Oh shit.

‘So, um...yeah, what do I need to take? Cos if it’s the normal stuff then you can go back downstairs. Because I can pack all those things by myself. But if we’re going somewhere special and I have to change then I guess you have to stay and deem it appropriate. But I think you can just get your mum to do that. Or my mum. You don’t need to stay here...’Lord, I was rambling. Really?! I didn’t ramble. I had had lessons for this exact purpose, to know what to say when I met him for the first time. I rolled my eyes at myself then looked at him for an answer.

There was a pause ,’Nice bra,’ he said, winking at me.

I laughed. I really, really laughed. In a way, that was all I had wanted to do since I saw him. To be honest, I was just laughing at myself. Laughing at my reaction to seeing this beautiful boy and how I ran away, twice. At my Rebecca Black reference and that weird thing I said about seeing the Windsors on TV. It was so lovely to finally let it all out without the watchful eyes of all the adults downstairs.

 My laugh had never been the prettiest one. My parents said I sounded like a horse and other people said it was like I was either retching or dying. I had had lessons for that too, but it seemed like it would have to stay. ‘It’ll grow on him,’ my mum had said when my old teacher had informed her that it just would not work. I never thought it was too bad because when it was really funny, my laugh was just silent.

So there I was, tears streaming down my face, holding my side, while Isaac just stood there looking at me like I was crazy. But then he smiled, ‘You know, this may not be as bad as I thought. At least you can laugh at yourself,’

‘Mm-hmm, but please don’t do something like fart or burp and think I’ll find it funny. Do that somewhere else.’ I straightened myself up a bit, wiping my eyes,’ So, what do I need?’

‘We’re going to have lunch somewhere near Soho. It’s a tearoom, but wear something different. More casual, but not too much,’ he walked to my wardrobe, looking through the dresses. His demeanour had suddenly become more professional, nothing like the guy I saw on TV, the prince who was a bit of a playboy with a cocky smile and perfect hair.’ This should do. Pick some kind of cardigan to go with it. Quickly, we’re leaving soon,’

He held out a sleeveless lace dress with a brown belt out to me. I liked it, and had all the accessories to match, ‘Get out while I change. Tell your mum I’m coming down in a minute. What do I need to carry?’

‘A bag. You won’t need money, but you can bring some if you want.’ He turned and walked away.

I looked after him, taking in his perfect behind and the curly hair.

Weird kid.

Changing into my dress, I put away my bra and tidied up the room a bit. I pulled on a knit blue cardigan and shoved my ‘essentials’ into a tan leather clutch. Even though I had been brought up to be a princess, my parents let me use public transport. They didn’t want the prospect of my future-husband to get to my head. I smiled, remembering one crazy party I had been to with my friends. I put my Oyster car pouch in the bag as well as my purse. I slipped into my ballet pumps and headed downstairs.

Rule 2-Do not blush like a crazy person when said prince comments on your bra. Also, do not consider buying hundreds just because he likes them.

So for all those who don’t live in London, an Oyster card is a card that lets you use public transport for a cheaper price and flats are called pumps in England:]