Her eyes slowly began to move. Small, soft shreds of light pierced through as she drowsily batted her thick eyelashes. Finally, her eyes opened, and the world was a flash of light before shimmering into the familiar image of her bedroom. Her bedroom was large. Her King-sized bed took up only roughly a seventh of the available floor space. She then had a table fit for ten, three massive wardrobes, an ornate vanity, a full-body mirror, a changing area blocked off by a thin, folding wall, a bedside table, and a decent area taken up by a heavy, intricate rug.
She yawned with her whole body, splaying all of her limbs like a cat waking up from an afternoon nap. Then, she just laid there; she just laid there to think. She thought about the day's upcoming events. She thought about how the gauzey, faded rose curtains glowed like how the moon glows when reflecting the sun's light. She smiled as she thought about life, just life in general. One thing she was blessed with was a grateful heart. She then smiled at her cheesy giddiness, and wondered, well hoped, that there was someone out there who thought about the things that she did, and could feel a deep excitement when thinking about simple daily living.
"Olivia, deary!" shrilled her maid, Gwendolyn. Olivia groaned at the sound, knowing it to be the beginning of a long day, and the end of her dreaming. "Olivia!" The sound pierced through the air like a high-pitched dagger. Then, a plump, thirty year old lady waddled in with a big grin on her face, holding a large, flat box with a tray of tea, biscuits, scones, and porridge balanced on top. She cautiously set down the tray and then the box on the dining table, and took a dramatic breath of air.
"I am not as strong as I used to be!" She complained. "My arms are like Christmas figgy pudding and al dente noodles!" She made a high pitched chortle resembling the sound a mouse would make if you stepped on it's tail.
Olivia couldn't help but smile and silently chuckle. "Oh Gwen, don't say that, you are as strong as a bear!"
Gwendolyn laughed. "Only the mightiest!" She held out her arms heroically, making a display of flexing her nonexistent muscles. "Now come here, princess! And eat your porridge!"
Olivia batted her eyelashes dramatically, "But I don't like porridge."
Gwendolyn's face dropped into an unamused expression. "Eat."
Olivia laughed at the sudden seriousness. "Oh, fine, fine, fine." She lifted herself off her bed, and mused over to the table where Gwendolyn had set up her breakfast meal. She thanked Gwendolyn before sitting down. "So, what's in the box?"
Gwendolyn, who was busy making the bed exclaimed gleefully, "Oh, I was waiting for you to ask!" She huffed as she shoved the ends of the comforters under the mattress before continuing. "Today, there is a special celebration, and your mother wanted you to have something nice to wear."
Olivia groaned, "Oh, please tell me that my mother did not pick this out."
"I made sure that I was the one to pick it."
"Oh Gwen, I love you. What would I do without you?"
The maid just shook her head and smiled, "Olivia, you are so dramatic sometimes."
The princess glared, "Oh, pish posh, I am not dramatic, simply grateful for your care."
Gwendolyn just smiled.
After finishing off half of the porridge, and two cups of tea, Olivia peered at the mysterious box. "Can I open it?" she asked politely.
Gwendolyn nodded. "Yes, do. We do not have much time to get you ready."
Olivia smiled suspiciously. "What is this event?"
Gwendolyn smiled back knowingly. "You shall see soon enough."
