Silver Linings (wlw soccer story)

Chapter Seven

                                                                                           Ellie's POV

"So you're like a princess?" Misty said excitedly as we walked out of the mall. Rosie bent over, stumbling with laughter.

"No. Not even close." I chuckled, shaking my head. I hip checked Rosie slightly so she'd stop being annoying.

"It's just a title. My father is an Earl so that makes me a Lady." I explained. "We are like the friend group outside of the Royals. Not related at all." I said to Misty dismissively as we walked towards her car. This isn't really my favorite topic in the world.

"Oh come on. You literally used to have playdates with the Prince." Rosie scoffed. "Weren't you at his wedding like last year?"

I felt my face redden a little from being called out.

"Okay yeah. Our mothers grew up together. And I was only invited because of my status. Not because we are friends." I rolled my eyes.

I threw my bags into the boot that Misty had just popped open and closed the door.

"I had to miss a friendly with Germany for it too." I grumbled, walking over to the passenger side and sitting in the front.

"Oh poor Goldie. Missing out on playing in the middle of winter in Sunderland in a game that didn't matter just to watch the future King of England get married." Rosie said in a sarcastic tone.

I turned around and glared at her while Misty laughed and started the car.

"So you grew up in a castle?" Misty asked, pulling out of her parking spot. I could feel my mood dampening a little from the present conversation but I wasn't going to be rude. She is just curious and I can't hold that against her.

"A manor." I corrected.

Rosie made a noise in the backseat and I turned to her with a pointed stare. She just crossed her arms and smirked at me. Rosie does know about my past so I can hold her teasing against her.

"What's the difference?" Misty asked.

I shot one last glare at Rosie before turning back to face Misty.

"Well a castle is fortified with walls and barriers around it. A manor isn't." I answered shrugging and looking out the window awkwardly.

I know I was lucky to grow up where I did. I just don't like to brag about it. I leave the bragging to my mother.

"Wow, You must have had such a fun childhood. All that space and freedom."

I looked at Rosie and saw her face fall slightly at the mention of my 'freedom'.

Being like a sister to me meant she was also very protective of my emotions. Over the years she found that the number one thing that would send them into a spiral was my family.

She is one of the few people in this world that knows exactly how my mother is. The mother that hasn't spoken to me in a month because I told her I was moving to L.A..

She absolutely despises the way that my own family has treated me. Like I am a trophy. Something to show off, then put back on the shelf until they needed to earn some more clout. In my mothers eyes all my successes were hers.

I gave Rosie a reassuring look, letting her know Misty's statement hadn't bothered me. I looked over at the younger girl and shrugged.

"All I ever did and all I ever wanted to do was play football. Being on the pitch was the best part of my childhood." I smiled.