Hollywood Princess

Chapter 7: A Princesses' Shame

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My abrupt awakening startled Yuki, who had been asleep beside me. As I woke up and regained my senses, I realized that the moisture I had felt upon waking wasn't a cold sweat at all. It was quite warm. With a sinking sense of dread, I realized that for the first time in fourteen years, I had wet the bed.

As Yuki came to her senses, I heard a faint "nanda kore" as she too realized that the bed was now soaked. I looked over at her confused face, now looking at me questioningly, and burst into tears. She quickly embraced me, making shushing noises, and rubbing my back. She assured me that it was alright, she was not upset, she was just surprised. She reassured me that it was likely just a one-time occurrence brought on by extreme stress both emotional and physical. After all, we had just taken a red-eye flight for nine hours and landed seventeen hours behind where we started. My sobs turned to sniffles, as I was comforted by her words. She always knew just what to say to make me feel better. As we got out of bed Yuki encouraged me to go take a shower, and that she would take care of the bedding.

I stepped into the bathroom, started the shower, and made sure it would be hot. As the shower warmed, I peeled the wet clothes from my body and threw them in the hamper. I had a brief moment of embarrassment, as I thought about the house staff member who would have to come to gather my pee-soaked laundry and bedding. I quickly squashed my embarrassment, telling myself that this was what they were paid for and that they didn't care one way or the other as long as they got paid. With that in mind, I stepped into the scalding hot shower to wash last night off my skin.

Once I had sufficiently scalded the pee off my skin, I stepped out into the fog cloud that was now my bathroom and made my way into the attached walk-in closet. Opening my suitcase, I picked out the cutest outfit I could find. Wetting the bed and being comforted by Yuki had made me feel small, and I decided I wanted to dress the part. Looking through my clothing, I settled on pastel pink knee-high socks with little pink bows at the knee, a pastel pink skirt coming just above my knee, featuring a pattern of cute and colorful hearts smiling and winking. Completing the pink explosion, I chose a long-sleeved pink turtleneck made out of breathable stretch fabric, and finally, the piece de resistance, a cute little halter top featuring the Sanrio character Cinamaroll. I pulled my hair back in a cute pink bow and admired myself in the mirror.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the temperature change gave me a brief chill as I exited the humid air of the bathroom into the drier and colder air of my bedroom. Just as I exited the bathroom, Yuki returned to the room. She took a look at my cute outfit and smiled softly.

"Don't you look adorable today Imōto?"

I smiled at her compliment, embracing her with a quick thank you for helping me earlier. She reassured me she didn't mind helping, and that she would always be there to help me when I needed her. I looked over to my bed, the bedding stripped off and the mattress scrubbed of any stains. The staff certainly works fast, I had forgotten just how efficient they were. Yuki gave me a quick reassuring hug and kiss and encouraged me to put it out of my mind, reassuring me that it was just a freak occurrence. I smiled at her, and hoped she was right, that this accident was only a one-time thing brought on by the stress of not sleeping, dealing with my father's death, and the long trip home. With that Yuki released her hug and went to take a shower of her own.

I walked downstairs for breakfast, keeping an eye on the staff as I passed, looking for any askew glances in my direction that would hint at amusement or disgust with my morning situation. I saw none, the staff remained professional and went about their business. As I entered the kitchen I was greeted by our Chef Hannah.

Hannah had been our Chef for as long as I could remember, her large frame full of affection and warmth, with smile lines permanently displayed on her face. She gave me a quick hug that somehow managed to say welcome home and I'm sorry for your loss and then went right back to preparing breakfast.

Seated at a small table by the window was my mother, a beautiful nightgown hanging off her frame as she sipped her morning coffee and read the newspaper. She looked just as beautiful as usual, like she wasn't even affected by my Father's death. I don't know how she keeps it together like that, I felt like I looked like a wreck even after applying makeup. I sat down across from her and was quickly brought a cup of coffee, two sugars, and one cream, just how I liked it. With a smile and a thank you, I gingerly took a sip. My mother lowered the paper, folding it in half, and gave me a warm smile.

We sat there in silence for a minute, looking out the window, and enjoying the beautiful morning. My mother broke our silent reverie with the information that the cleaning staff had informed her of my accident last night. I blushed bright red at the mention of the cleaning staff and my accident. She got up and gave me a big hug, telling me how sorry she was that I had to deal with that this morning. It felt good to be comforted by my Mom, it had been a long time since we had had a chance to sit like this.

Yuki entered the kitchen giving me a quick peck on the cheek, and remarking once again how cute her Imōto looked this morning. My Mother got a curious look on her face, noticing for the first time how I was dressed today. Giving a questioning look to me and Yuki at the word Imōto. Seeing her confusion I informed her that Imōto meant little sister in Japanese. She gave a warm smile at us, and commented on how cute I looked, saying that if she didn't know any better, and I wasn't five foot eight, she would think I was a cute five-year-old girl. I blushed at her compliment, thanking her. With that, she offered her seat to Yuki and went to get dressed for the day. Hannah served us a big stack of pancakes with blueberry compote and we eagerly dug in.