Blair couldn't sleep, something was on her mind. Flo was so similar to her - it was sorta scary. Same straight, flickable hair. Same rosebud, pinkish-lipgloss looking lips, same smooth, milk-honey skin with a smattering of freckles across the nose, even same chocolate-y, get-lost-in almond-shaped eyes.
The girl was a prodigy, like Blair once was. She had the natural poise, the I-am-a-princess-and-I-know-it look Blair once had. Of course, Blair had been trained and sorted by the queen at that time, but the girl had raw talent. Like Blair.
These thoughts tumbled through her mind as she slowly fell into a deep, no-dreams slumber. These thoughts also whirled around another girl's head, no other than Flo herself. The difference in these thoughts were clear, though: Flo knew a few things Blair didn't. For example, Flo wasn't Flo. Florence Lacedon, a cover-up name.
For Florence Lacedon was not called Florence Lacedon. Florence Lacedon was actually, by twist of fate, the hidden, secret, Brianna Willows.
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My Little Kingdom
Teen FictionBlair Willows is living the life of a princess - or, indeed, a queen. Her holidays are spent in Miami and her money is spent in Hollister, not to forget the extensive band of princesses who are in awe of her every move. But Blair is playing a danger...
