What I Believe In

Chapter 4 ♔

 “I’m just saying, in art- whether dance or poetry or sketches, nothing would ever be wrong.”

“But that’s the beauty of science and math,” Daniel said. “It’s accurate and precise. And by the way, if you dance or write or draw horribly, that’s considered wrong.” He had a cute british accent. But he was being very annoying right now.

“Whatever. I’m always right.” I waved my hand to dismiss the topic.

“I tricked you into thinking I was Gabriel when I pointed to the painting.” Then he smirked.

“But I didn’t know your names. Let alone that you were twins,” I said mimicking his voice.

We passed by a person that immediately curtsied then said some random alien words, maybe French, who hurriedly ran off after.

“She just said Good Afternoon by the way. Come on, I’ll show you something.” He then took my hand as we sped (again) through gardens, sculptures and lawns until we arrived in an octagonal room covered in glass.

“Wow. This is...” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. The room was fantastic. But it wasn’t the gold nor the silver stuff decorating it that caught my attention. It was the presence of glass everywhere- how we could see the gardens outside and the night sky above.

I must’ve been really awestruck at it. I stared up the glass ceiling for so long that my neck began to cramp.

“You know. I was the one who spilled coffee at you, and the one who pointed the painting.  I didn’t buy your shirt, if you were just wondering,” he admitted.

“Thank you for clarifying that.” I smiled wholeheartedly for the first time since my arrival. Maybe the room changed my mood. Or maybe it was something more than that... “Though I’m still angry. Tricking an innocent newcom-“

He stood up from the couch he was sitting in and then smiled. “You should be very gratified for I only tell the truth on rare and desperate occasions. “ He smiled and again, his eyes twinkled. Come on. You don’t want to be late for dinner. Aunt Victorina is very strict.”

“Was she the one who told me that I was the princess? Gray hair? With a shrill voice and large mole near her nose?”

“Oh that’s not a mole.” He laughed and it was like the sound of a wind chime.

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Another day, a  whole new world. I barely slept last night. As I pried open my eyes, I don’t see my small room back in Maine. I stand up and open my suitcase. Automatically, I make a mess of the pristine room. I take out my diary and start writing on it on a desk near my bed.

I realize that I’ve been an idiot yesterday for crying and whining.  As I finish my entry, a knock filled my room and two ladies entered.

“Good morning, you highness. I’m Lucinda and this is Amethyst.” She gestured to the one on her right.  They both have identical stereotypical maid outfits. The one named Lucinda was plump with her red hair was in a bun. She kind of looked like Mrs. Weasley. The other however, was about my age, maybe a couple years older, with neat straight blonde hair and cheeks naturally pink that she looks flustered.

“Hi.” I told them back smiling.

They pulled in a trolley with food prepared on it. It contained plates of sunny side up eggs, bacon, toast, waffles, some sausages, croissants and some pastries I don’t know the name of. They start to move towards the very end of the room, the living room.

They set the various plates down the coffee table and after that, they started bidding their goodbyes.

“Oh, wait. Would I get to meet my parents? It’s gonna be exciting,” I giggled.