{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"'Dear Princess;' That's where I died."

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He didn't let me.

"Maria, it's your seventeenth birthday, not your eighteenth." My father said as I insisted. It's March thirteenth, the day the world was blessed with my beautiful presence as my mother, the goddess Aphrodite, gave birth to me. We were eating breakfast and debating on what I would do today. My father asked me what I wanted as a gift so we could go out to buy, but I said I wanted to drive.

He should be grateful I didn't ask to go back to New York.

"Come on Caio, let her learn, it's not like she will be going out everywhere with your car." Lucas tried to help me.

"She's still too young. I'm not going to." My father insisted.

"But all my friends drive already, dad! Annabeth drives, Gabriel knows how to for I don't know how long, Lucas and his friends, even—" I stopped myself, almost letting Percy's name slip out.

"Even who, Maria?" Adriana asked. "Even Grover drives." I tried to dissemble.

"Only when you turn eighteen. I had this conversation with you when you turned fifteen, remember?" My father sent me a look.

Of course I remember. Even Mrs. Jackson agreed with him.

I went back to eating my breakfast quietly, sulking from the fact that the only thing I asked I won't have for pure stubbornness.

"Is there another thing you want to do?" He rubbed his fingertips on his forehead.

I was tempted to say go back to New York but I swear to the gods I held back.

"I don't know, we could go out to eat somewhere. Anywhere you guys find interesting." I shrugged it off.

"There's this restaurant in Botafogo, we could go there. It's a barbecue, would you like that?"

I nodded, it was whatever. I glanced at Lucas and we made eye contact, sometimes I feel like he is my 'the office' camera. You know, when the character looks at the camera when something is really shitty or idiot enough. He tried to give me a smile but I only pursed my lips.

"I'll make a reservation for tonight, we can go around seven in the night so we can be at home before ten. Aurora needs to be at bed no later than eleven o'clock." I nodded again, of course we have to be back early. Of course I can't drive. Of course I had to come and not get back. Of fucking course!

"I'm grown up already! Cinderella stayed out until midnight!" Aurora pouted, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, then she turned into a pumpkin." Adriana pointed out. "Do you want to turn into a pumpkin?" The little girl shook her head. "Then we'll be back before."

"Maria," I heard my father calling. I looked at him as he clenched his jaw. "Blink."

"What?" I frowned. What the fuck does that mean? "There's something on your eyes, blink to get it out." He explained.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes to take off whatever he was saying only then to realize my eyes must have turned pink since I was stressed. I scoffed, smiling widely, holding my angriness back as I stood up. "I'll go take a shower. It's my birthday and I want to look pretty, if anyone needs anything, you'll find me drowning in masks in the bathroom." Or just in water.

Is there any way I can hang myself with toilet paper?

"The place we are going is for high society. Put on something nice, a dress or something like that." Adriana said after drinking her coffee.

"I always dress nice." I replied offended.

"You know what I mean, Maria. Dress decently." She talked like I was always indecent, what does she want me to do? Dress like a nun?