Ronan Alfonso's Secret

Curator at Day, Princess by Night

*Beep*beep*
I internally groaned as my alarm goes off.
Another day. Another life.
I immediately stand up and went inside the shower. After washing myself with vanilla scented soap and shampoo my phone rings.
I immediately rinse the foams and once cleaned I grab my bathrobe and towels, one for my skin and other one for my hair. As I dashed back to my room and grab my phone in the bed side table, I tightened the robe around me.
Mom calling is flashing on the screen.
I pressed the answer button as I went out and into the kitchen. "Hi mom."I said as I try to find something to eat for breakfast.
"Hello sweety. I hope I didn't wake you up?" she said in her familiar soothing voice.
"No mom. I was actually in the shower when you first call." I pressed the loud speaker and place my phone in the holder in the counter. I reached over the cup board for a coffee cup and bowl for cereals which I found in the cabinets.
"Hmm. Great. You starting your day early?"
"Yup." I feel giddy as I remember my work which I love so much!
"Did you know that today will be the day wherein some of the secret pieces of Vincent Van Gogh will be exhibited!" I said and grab and handful of cereal from the box and munch over it.
"Vincent Van Gogh?" my mother asked in rather confused voice. Maybe she's wandering Who in Bloody name is this Vincent Van Gogh that cause my daughter's happy cheerful self.
And here I am wandering were I got my unnatural love for art.
"Yes mom. Remember that painting in dad's office? The starry night over the Rhone??" I said and pour an overflowing amount of milk in my bowl of cereal.
"Oww. Is he the paintor of that one?" she said in absolute amazement, because even though mom never really got fascinated with art she can still appreciate one or two pieces.
"Yop." I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee and move my bowl of cereal filled with milk over the counter.
"That's great. Anyway. I would like to remind you that you will have to go to the annual governor's ball tonight. You will represent me and your father." I laughed at that.
"Mom, how can I forgot you remind me of that every single time you called which is like thrice a day." Which is kind of annoying since I have this photographic memory and yah.
"Honey we both know what happend the last time I ask you to attend the presidential ball and you got indulge with your art so much and forgot to go. Can't let that happen can we?" Ugh. Why does she have to remind me of that time.
"Mom that was like 4 months ago. People have this term like 'three month rule' were in you could recall it and after that you move on. It's long over due alright. And come on that was an accident." I told her while pointing my spoon towards the phone as if she could see me.
"Honey, don't point your spoon on me now."
Damn. Here I am thinking she can't see me.
"I know honey, I can't see you but I know you by habit when your eating and talking." Damn. Did I say it out loud?
"And no dear, you didn't say it out loud. I just know you by heart."
"Ugh. Fine mom. I'm done eating, I need to dress up and go to the museum to over see the preparation. The event will start at 11 and it's already 8. You know New York, traffic and all that."
" Alright Honey. Your dad and I misses you. We love you." she said "But don't forget. 6pm you have to attend the Governor's Ball." we both said in unison. Mom laughed at that while I make face. "Alright honey. I won't keep you any longer. Good bye. I love you."
"Love you too mom." I said and when she ended the call. I sighed and finish my cup of coffee. I place the dishes in the dishwasher.
I move towards my room and look clothes to wear inside my walk in closet.
I found this beautiful baby pink dress the hugs my curves in all the right places.
I wore it, then my white winter coat with furs on it.
I move towards my vanity mirror and open the make up kit. After applying the essentials and my perfume, I checked myself one last time and grab my bag and portfolios regarding the art pieces. As I walked out of my rather huge apartment and locked it. I went to the elevator and went for the lobby.

My car which is a silver volvo is waiting. I drove away towards my job.

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The moment I step out of my car to enter the well known Metropolitan Museum of the New York City, reporters swarmed at me asking questions about the pieces that will be here and ofcourse about me.

I didn't answer anything that isn't related to the exhibit and spend a good 10 mins. I enter the museum and see that the place is buzzing with people arranging everything.

I busied myself with preparing everything, since my photographic memory help me with memorization of the details about the works of Van Gogh.

My whole day was a success, and a lot of well known business man, celebrities and politicians complimented me for the great keeping and speech I gave.

If you are wandering what is my amazing job, then I'll be delighted to tell you that I'm the curator of the works here in the great Metropolitan Museum. Well it's not just me. I still have three other colleagues, but I was assigned to lead the research and preparation of Van Goghs work even the authentication.
And by mean of museum or gallery curator is the one who manages collections of artefacts or works of art. This includes dealing with the acquisition, care and display of items with the aim of informing and educating the public other such things.

It is a lot of work and tiresome but when your really happy with it you won't regret anything.

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At exactly five I excuse myself and let my other colleagues take my place. I then went to my office, were my clothes for the ball is waiting with my personal stylist.
They prepared me for the ball. After I was dolled up I look at myself in the mirror.

I'm wearing a sleeveless violet gown, with elegant and simple cut. My neck is adorned with a beautiful diamond chocker necklace. My hair is up in a elegant bun with my simple crown. I feel like the princess that I am.

I grow up as a princess. As someone who is looked up by everyone. Someone who every little girl wished to be. But I left it to live normal life and be happy without regret.

But it's nice that every once in a while I wake up the princess in me, even just for a night.