The Documents of Teen Royalty and Troublemakers

Chapter 9/ Red and Purple

Whitney got Camryn up at the crack of dawn to prepare for the gala later that day. This surprised Camryn because the princess was rarely up before her.

Camryn was rubbing her eyes as the princess helped herself to the dresses in the wardrobe.

Whitney huffed dramatically "None of the dresses in there," she pointed to the wardrobe, "are even suitable for a ball. Come to my room, and I can make us look like an angel."

Camryn laughed and got out of bed. "I don't think that's the look I want to go for. But anyway Whitney, I can't wear one of your dresses. That seems inappropriate." It's really inappropriate.

"No, it's not." Princess Whitney dragged Camryn out of her room.

The princess's room was covered in fabrics of different colors. Sheepishly she explained. "I love to sew and make my clothes. I guess I forgot to pick it all up. I always tell Lydia, my maid, not to touch the fabric, so she didn't clean it up. Sorry."

Camryn brushed the apologies aside. "It doesn't bother me if that's what you're worried about." Whitney looked relieved. She then pushed aside some of the fabric and opened a large, adorned wardrobe. If you've ever read The Chronicles of Narnia, that's how this felt for Camryn. The doors opened to reveal about fifty dresses. Each was so different, but all were amazing to behold.

"Do you like them? I made about half of them myself." Whitney was beaming as she showed her prized dresses to her friend.

"Are you serious? These are the most beautiful things I've ever laid my eyes on."

Pleased by the answer, Whitney pulled out a crimson red dress with full frilly skirts that bunched out from the waist. The dress was held up by two thin straps. The dress was fit for a queen. "This is what I decided to wear to the gala. Red's my favorite color."

Camryn could hardly tare her eyes away from the vivid red. "It's fantastic. You'll look great in it. My favorite color's purple."

Whitney held the gown up to her body. "Thanks. I thought purple was your favorite color. You could have chosen any of the dresses in the guest wardrobe, but you chose the purple one." The girls laughed. Camryn had never had a friend that's a girl. If this was what it's like to have friends, she never wanted to leave.

"I think we should go with purple. It would bring out the green in your eyes and make your hair shine."

Camryn agreed with the princess. "Great, but I'm not wearing that." She pointed to a very frilly gown. "I refuse to look like a doll."

Whitney suppressed a smile. "We don't need that do we?" She lay another purple dress on her bed. The red quilt wrinkled slightly.

"That looks better, but I don't think it will fit." About ten dresses later Whitney reached as far back in her wardrobe as she could. Out came a deep sparkly purple gown. The v-neckline had thick straps and created curves where Camryn had none. The girls looked at each other, then back at the dress, then at each other. Whitney grinned.

Camryn lit up. "It's perfect."

"It's more than perfect Camryn. It's-"

"Perfect."

Whitney spun around on her heel. "Now we need to find shoes and decide on a style for our hair."

Camryn danced around holding the gown up to her body, making her friend laugh. "I'm going to wear my boots."

The princess shook her head at Camryn. "You're going to be dancing. You need to wear dancing slippers."

Camryn groaned. "Whitney no."

"Camryn yes. You'll be dancing so you need to wear dancing slippers."

"I don't-"

"Here." The princess flung two dark green slippers at Camryn's face. "You can wear these ones. They'll match the dress."

Camryn rolled her eyes but still put on the shoes. She needed to blend in though she wasn't looking forward to walking around all night in slippers.

Hair was a slightly easier topic for the girls to decide on. Whitney curled her medium-length brown hair, then braided two parts on top, and connected them in the back. They circled her head like a crown. Camryn asked the princess to braid her hair on the top of her head into two rows. Half of her hair was still loose and she looked gorgeous. It was almost like her normal hairstyle, but the braid that Whitney did was way more extravagant with loops and patterns. It made her look regal.

"You look stunning." Whitney danced around the room with glee. "Ransom won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

Camryn felt her face heat up. Ransom didn't like her. Not like that, right? They were just friends they had been since forever and nothing was going to change that.

"We're just friends," she stammered out. Camryn hadn't really thought about it. Ransom meant a lot to her. But she wasn't sure if it was more than a friend. He was everything but not in a romantic way.

Whitney rolled her eyes. "And I'm a boy. Have you seen how he looks at you? It's like you're the only one in the room. He would do anything for you."

"Ya because we're friends. I would do anything for him too."

Whitney smoothed out her skirts. "If you say so. But don't come running back to me when he admits his feelings for you."

"Whatever." Her face was still red. He can't like her like that. That would be weird. But there was a small part of her that believed it. He flirted with other girls but he never treated them like he treated her. Maybe he did love her like that. But Camryn would never ask.

Ransom was bored and lonely. The girls were cooped up in Whitney's room all day. He thought about joining them but decided against that. He was desperate but not that desperate. They would end up dressing him up or something. He shivered. That would be a nightmare.

It was amazing that Camryn had a girl friend to do girly things with. He most definitely wasn't that friend.

While they were spending the entire day getting ready it took him only fifteen minutes to choose what he wanted to wear. There wasn't really that much to it. He threw on a pair of pants, a shirt, and a jacket. And he was done. Ransom couldn't understand what was taking the girls so long.

"Whatever," he breathed. They would finish when they finished. If he interrupted them it would just take longer. Whitney seemed like the type of person who would rope him into their decisions. She would probably want to fix what he was wearing too.

Soon the royal families began to arrive at the castle. Their many carriages lined up in the front. Guards were running around making sure everyone was safe. It was a madhouse out there. Thankfully they weren't staying the night or there wouldn't have been enough rooms. Anxiety built up inside of him. He was related to about half of the people here. It was so weird to be around this part of his family. Ransom's mother had always said they were awful cruel people but so far she had been wrong. Queen Ebony and Princess Whitney were some of the kindest people he'd ever met. Even the king was nice to him. Why had his mother lied to them? She had lied about so many things. He was having a difficult time knowing what was true and what wasn't.