Once upon a time, there lived three beautiful princesses. They all lived in a beautiful palace with a beautiful garden, and always had a new closet with beautiful clothing. They had beautiful exotic pets and beautiful foreign plants. Therefore, their lives were very beautiful on the surface, everything glittered and had glamour. But more on the girls themselves; the eldest was wise, responsible, and had beautiful olive skin, with long brown curls usually paired with a black, floor length pantsuit. She was sophisticated, but harsh nonetheless. She was the true ruler of the land, due to the permanent absence of the Queen and the secret incoherence of the King. She was Guiliana.
The second sister was artistic, funny, and shy at times. She had blond hair with a brown tinge to it and, she was pretty and very well put together, making her a very promising young lady. She was Genevive.
The third sister was kind, charming, elegant and stunning. She was incredibly gorgeous and always sweet. Her soft brown girls, striking bone structure, and dazzling smile made her a popular model in the kingdom. Though she definitely was not the smartest, she was a true princess in attitude and demeanor. Always a castle favorite, her name is Giselle.
Why not tell you when I can show you?....
James, fetch us the new dresses." Genevieve asked and waggled a dismissive finger at him. "Of course, Madame." He nodded, dashing away. The butler soon returned to the three beautiful princesses with three beautiful dresses. One was long and turquoise blue, with white gems dripping down the waist. It had a tag that said, "Giselle." The second was lavender colored with white roses on the bodice, It bore a label that said, "Giuliana." The last one was bright pink and ombré purple. Little sequined flowers decorated the back. A tag named "Genevive" stuck off it.
"They are beautiful." Giuliana replied demurely, "NOT. Ask the tailor to make us new ones as soon as possible." She frowned and shunned the incoherent butler. Genevive snickered and filed her nails, "Pink and purple ombré? KILL ME NOW!"
"GIULIANA! GENEVIVE!" Giselle gasped and placed a hand on her hip, "Don't talk to him like that! I'll keep mine." She took the dress from his hands and slung it over her shoulder, "Sorry James." Giselle sniffed and walked away.
Clickity- Clack, Giselle's heels hurriedly tapped the marble floors. She was sick and tired of all her sister's criticisms.
"Oh!" Giselle gasped and found a pretty silver handbag right in front of her. "Is this anyone's? I'll just pick it up..." She was possibly stealing someone's hard earned cash and contact information. Oh well.
She stuck it in her purse and kept walking. Soon she found another handbag, and also put it in her purse. Then she found another, then another. Giselle, not being the sharpest knife in the drawer, had to follow this trail of clutches!
1000 Kate Spades later....
"Where am I?" She had somehow wandered into the deep catacombs of the palace, not noticing because she was completely mesmerized by the glittering hand-decor. She placed a hand on the smooth, moist walls that surrounded her, "Neato." She huffed under her breathe. 'Where am I? What is this place? Why does the person who lives here drop so many purses?" Suddenly, a hand went around her neck, "Jeepers!" Giselle cried and fell to the ground, suddenly rendered unconscious by her attacker.
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The Three Princesses
FantasyFar, far away in a magical land named Sastár lived three gorgeous princesses. One was sharp-tongued and harsh, her name was Guiliana. One was witty and clever, her name was Genevive. And one possessed great beauty and charm, her name was Giselle. T...
