Emergency Princess (Under Editing)

Chapter 6 | Jacob

6| Jacob

I'd like to say that I graciously floated off the plane onto the tarmac, looking gorgeous as I did so. Unfortunately, being the klutz that I am, I tripped on the first stair, and bounced the rest of the way down, messing up my perfect hairdo, which earned me a glare from both Mum and Kianna. Unfortunately for them, there was nothing I could do about my inborn clumsiness, so I smiled awkwardly, got up, and brushed off my dress, thanking God that there were no photographers around to see that. The place was so empty, I could feel the wind whistling against my cheeks.

Kianna had come along to help with my makeup, since this was meant to be kept under wraps. Until Rose was found, she had generously offered to put her other projects on hold.

"Where is that driver?" murmured Henry, as he tapped away on his phone.

The driver in question appeared only a few minutes later, driving a pristine white limousine. He got down, and sweating profusely despite the air conditioned interior of the car.

"I'm sorry, Sir Oswald, sir," he said, worriedly, not making eye contact with Henry. I had a bit of trouble getting here, traffic and all. And you said you didn't want to be recognised, so I couldn't force my way through."

Henry sighed, exasperated. "I suppose you can't be blamed for circumstances that weren't exactly your fault. But next time, make sure you leave the castle earlier, understood?"

"Yes, Sir Oswald," he said, bowing, before opening the limo door.

I was still transfixed by the limo, I didn't notice the open door, or the looks I was getting.

"Princess," said Henry.

"What?" I asked, startled from my daydream.

"You need to get in the limo." He spoke slowly, as if speaking to a child. I rolled my eyes. Just because I'd been daydreaming didn't mean I couldn't hear him.

"You know I can hear you just fine, right?" I asked, irritated.

"I've been mentioning your name for the past five minutes, Princess Rosa." He spoke through gritted teeth, as if he was trying to get a message across to me, which after I'd thought about it, he was.

"Ah, well!" I shrugged brightly, getting into the car. "It's in the past now."

The driver was staring at me like I'd grown two heads, and only stopped when I raised a quizzical, and may I add, well plucked, eyebrow at him.

When everyone else was settled, we started our journey. Mum and Kianna were chatting, and the bodyguards didn't seem all that friendly, so I decided to strike up a conversation with Henry.

"Henry," I asked.

"Yes?"

"Why did your mother's house have that thingy?"

"Thingy..." He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"You know, the thingy. With the bookshelf, the sliding, the room..."

"Oh! The trapdoor. Mother thought it would be amusing to add that little detail to the house when she bought it." Then, he went back to his phone. So much for conversation. Since everyone else had something to do, I decided to amuse myself. I brought out my phone from my pocket, intending to play a game.

Instead, my eardrums were pierced by the shrillest scream I'd ever heard. My head snapped up, only to find Henry pointing at my phone, wide eyed. The limo came to an abrupt halt, and I somehow found myself on the floor, with a bruised forehead. Guess that's why people wear seatbelts.