"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍..."
Beatrice "Birdie" Isley Kane is many things: a trust fund baby, a child star turned teen icon, and, in an unexpected twist, a British Royal.
But just months into her marriage to Prince Edwa...
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July 17, 1988 Buckingham Palace
—BIRDIE'S EYES—
Nothing puts me in a better mood than weighing myself after a shower and seeing that I hadn't gained any weight.
With a champion's smile, I finished extending my moisturizer down to my neck before rubbing the excess on my forearms, studying my face from different angles in the bathroom mirror. I positively hated the lighting in the ensuite.
Frankly, I hated the ensuite in general. It was cramped, outdated, dark, and nothing like the bathrooms I had left behind in the States. Not to boast or anything, that would be tasteless of course, but for royals, I had certainly known finer accommodations back in my native country and it didn't stop at the lavatories.
There was a time I had suspected I was given an undesirable chamber as cruel retribution until I saw how Diana and Charles were living in Kensington Palace; that's when I truly understood interior design simply wasn't an English priority or strongsuit.
Sighing, I headed to the living area in my robe where I habitually enjoyed a quiet breakfast alone. Eddie had stopped joining me about three months ago, so it was just me, my honeyed crumpets and tea on the lark manor coffee table. Adding milk to my robust English Breakfast tea, I smiled at the vinyl, cassette and thank-you note or, simply put, Michael's veritably thoughtful treasures he had gifted me last night. Of course, proper etiquette dictated that I'd have to call and thank him for his generosity right away.
The phone beside the divan I was settled in began to ring, startling me a bit. Setting my tea cup down, I answered it, surprised to hear my cousin Toni's voice on the other side. It had to be past 2 a.m. back in Beverly Hills where she was living at the moment.
"B," she started, taking a pause before huffing out, "I don't think I can come up off this dick."
I blinked, also pausing before bursting out with laughter, not so much at her statement, but more its dramatic and distressed delivery. Most people remarked that Toni and I had a flair for drama, but I was quite positive she had me beat.
"I thought you were in a jam, Tone, what's the matter with you, isn't it two in the morning?"
"I'm in Chicago so it's actually 4 a.m. and I am in a jam. How the fuck am I gonna drop this nigga now that I know he puts it down like that?"
