Hollywood Princess

Chapter 29: A Princess' Return

I sat happily by Yuki's side as we made our way towards the airport. I was so relieved, that we would never be forced to separate again! We would fly back to LA and in 90 days or less, we would be married. They remained silent for most of the drive to the airport, just enjoying each other's company. Once again, I was dressed in my adult clothes for the flight. This time, however, I was wearing a diaper under my skirt instead of a Goodnite. We were taken to our private hangar and escorted onto the plane. The same pilot who had flown us over greeted us and welcomed us back. He smiled at me when he saw that I had clipped my plastic aviator wings to my purse. Once given the all-clear, we taxied out and made our way onto the runway. After a brief wait, we were cleared for take-off and headed back to LA.

On the flight back, we took advantage of my big time and started to do some future planning, not just about the wedding but what comes after the wedding. My Mother had told us that we were more than welcome to continue living at the estate, there was more than enough room. We discussed honeymoon ideas, where would we go, and where had we always wanted to go but never had a chance to. We came up with a list of potential honeymoon spots to think about, and then whittle down by the end of the week. In no particular order, we listed: Hanalei Bay in Hawaii, Copacabana in Brazil, Seven Mile Beach in the Grand Caymans, La Pelosa Beach in Italy, and Whitehaven Beach in Australia. We briefly considered other options, but both pretty much agreed on a beach honeymoon. Despite Yuki's pale complexion and Goth Aesthetic, she still very much enjoyed the beach. She just usually enjoyed it on a towel under a large umbrella.

We discussed flight arrangements for Yuki's relatives to attend the event. Yuki's Mom, Older Brother, Sister in Law, two nephews, Sister, Brother in Law and Niece would be flown in on our private jet. More distant relatives we would purchase tickets to fly commercial in First Class. The main family would stay in the mansion with us, while relatives would be put up in first-class accommodations at Hotel Bel-Air. Drivers would be provided to shuttle them to and from the wedding. As for the ceremony, my Mother had booked the Alexandria Ballrooms for the wedding. It had been the wedding site of many celebrity couples before us, and even Presidents. The catering was being provided by Gordan Ramsey himself.

With all the planning talk, I barely paid attention to my bladder's call for release. I registered it and then relieved it. My diaper grew warm as we hammered out the details. By the time we were finished with our planning for the day, my diaper had suffered a second wetting. Yuki had heard the hissing coming from my diaper and lifted my dress to check my diaper. Confirming I was indeed in need of a change, she lay me on the plane's bed and changed me. I was wearing disposables for the trip, as they were easier to hide. Change complete, Yuki and I took a moment to freshen up before telling my Mother goodnight and laying down together in the bed to sleep the rest of the flight away.

We awoke to the sound of the pilot informing us we were beginning our descent and we needed to make sure we were buckled in our seats for landing. As had become my normal over the last several months, I awoke to a wet diaper. It had been several weeks since the last time I experienced the nightmare that seemed to kickstart by bedwetting. Despite no longer dreaming of the shooting of my father, my body continued to relieve itself every night. It didn't bother me anymore, it was just a part of my everyday life now. At eighteen I was a bedwetter who wore diapers to manage it, it was as simple as that for me. Yuki quickly changed me before we took our seats for the landing.

The plane landed smoothly and taxied to our hanger in short order. As before, the pilot opened the hatch and examined the hanger space. Ensuring the door was shut, and the proper staff was in place, he gave us the all-clear to disembark. As we exited the plane, I thanked the pilot and co-pilot for being so kind and understanding. I asked them to send their addresses to my publicist so that I could ensure they were invited to the wedding as a thank you. They both smiled at me, promising to do just that. It's not often you get the chance to attend a Hollywood wedding, and they weren't about to turn down a chance to do so.