Isabella
It was time to stand next to Vigil to honor my late grandfather. This part has made me nervous all day. All eyes would be on us and the press would be talking about it for the next month.
My sisters and cousins stood in front of me at the back of the church. We were waiting for our queue to start walking. I was so nervous that I started shaking. I slowly put them behind my back.
We suddenly heard a loud bell go off which meant it was our queue. We slowly started walking at the same pace towards the vigil. We stepped onto the platform and faced the public. This is why I was nervous.
I've never been too good with the press. It's always scared me. The day I was born the public was obsessed with me. What outfit I was going to wear, how my hair or makeup looked, even how I acted, the press wanted to know everything about me. I could feel so many eyes on me and see so many cameras flashing. I hated that the public had to be here for the vigil. I don't understand why they want to be in our personal business. It's about our family not theirs.
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Fifteen minutes had passed and the vigil and the funeral was over. I couldn't wait to get back home. I just wanted time to myself. My family and I waited outside the church shaking hands with everyone and thanking them for coming.
The British royal family was coming to shake hands with us, I've always found the family of the UK quite interesting. I've always loved the UK and loved the history behind it.
I started shaking hands with everyone and giving them my respect as they gave me theirs today.
I looked up to see the same boy I was staring at earlier in the church. His blue eyes were much better up close. I've seen him a few times before but never really knew his name. He stared at me for a few seconds then put his hand out. I took it in his hand and said my thanks to him. His hands were nice. He gave me a slight smile and I slowly saw a dimple form on the left side of his cheek. His smile was even nicer than his eyes. I suddenly felt a weird feeling, something I rarely ever feel.
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After everyone left it was time for us to go home. It was a long day so I couldn't wait to get ready for bed. My feet and back hurt standing and walking all day. I ran up to my room, shut the door and began taking my makeup off.
I suddenly heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I said. The door opened and it was my older sister Marie.
"ey, ty v poryadke?"
(Hey are you okay)"
"da, ya v poryadke, ty v poryadke"
(Yes I'm fine, are you okay?)
"da.....ya zametil, chto ty segodnya smotrish' na malchika"
(Yes.....I noticed you staring at a boy today)
I sudpfelt scared. I hated when my family teased me about things because I'm the youngest. She better not have told our parents.
"Segodnya ya ne smotrel na malchika, Mari."
(I was not staring at a boy today,Marie)
"o da, byl! Dzheyms graf Uessekskiy, vnuk korolevy Yelizavety"
(Oh there was a boy! James earl of Wessex, queen Elizabeth's grandson)
What was his name? James? Marie often went to events in England with my other older sisters. I never really went because my parents always said I was too young. Marie also knew a lot about other royal families.
"ya yedva yego znayu. ya dazhe ne znal, chto yego tak zovut"
(I barely know him. I didn't even know that was his name)
"da, no pressa budet v vostorge ot etogo. vy, rebyata, verve vstretilis z"
(yeah but the press is going to be freaking out about this. It's the first time you guys actually met)
Oh God. The press is always in my business. The public is going to be obsessed with the fact I 'met' a royal boy from England.
"my ne vstretilis'. my dazhe ne razgovarivali."
(we didn't meet. We didn't even talk)
"da, no ty zhe znayesh', kakaya pressa."
(yeah but you know how the press is)
I slightly rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.
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I was now ready for bed but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what Marie said. I was praying that the press didn't even notice that James and I shook hands. The press can be quite embarrassing sometimes.
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Russian roulette || James Earl Of Wessex
FanfictionPrincess Isabella Romanov is the Princess of Russia, she is the youngest granddaughter of the Tsar and the youngest child of 6 ~~~~ The Tsar of Russia unexpectedly passes away, at the funeral of her late grandfather she meets a young British boy. Th...