"No. Brianna's dead and gone. Liar," Blair hissed. This disgusting little roach in all her pretences.
"Did you see Brianna die?" Flo asked. That was a good question. Blair never actually saw Brianna die, just her coffin.
"It doesn't matter. You can't be Brianna. No way."
"Can't I?"
Shit.
All the similarities, the traits.
All the...the Blairness.
Shit.
"How? What?" Blair was lost for words. Brianna died. She died.
She died!
"I've been living with Grandma," Brianna (that sounded so weird, Blair thought) said, "The inheritance, it's vital you're there."
***
All the little things, Blair's great-aunt's watch and jewellery box and whatever had been given away. Blair gave a look to her mum, trying to convey 'ha, told you I'm not getting anything' but her mum didn't notice. She was staring intently at the will in the hand of Mister Kalsot.
"And finally," Mister Kalsot paused for effect, "Mrs Willow's extravagant title goes to Blair Willows." Everyone stared at her in awe, but Blair had no idea what she'd just been given. How do you give a title? "Blair's coronation, if she chooses to accept," Mister Kalsot continued, "shall be within a month."
That's when it sunk in.
A country? Blair wasn't being sarcastic anymore.
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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...
