Unbroken

Chapter 17

Here we go. Opening the door I see the Queen and a lady standing in front of a rack of clothes.

"Your majesty." The elf bows before leaving.

"Darling your here." Queen Georgina turns around staring at me blankly. "Do you want to know a secret Arabella?" If this secret will get me killed them no.

Then again if I say no she will most likely still tell me anyway. "Yes?"

"I hate tea. It's dreadful and I don't know how the whole country can drink it." The Queen not liking tea? Now that's a headline.

That wasn't to bad. "So if I may ask. Why am I here?" I ask her bored.

"We are going to make you a new wardrobe." Just what I need. More clothes.

The woman next to the queen suddenly starts to walk towards me making me stare right at her causing her to stop. "Yes, the Prince likes casual not dressed up." I don't know what she calls casual, but this is casual. At least to me. "Take your shirt and pants off, so we can measure you." Is she sure she wants to do that?

"I don't have any knickers on under this," I say slowly.

The queen laughs as if I just told her the funniest thing ever. "Darling it's fine. One day I'm going to see you pushing out the future king of England." What ever makes her happy. Striping down the lady started to take my measurements.

"You're really petite. Good thing I judged you right from the photos I was given." She walks over to a rack and pulls it over. "We have skirts, blazers, shorts, skinny jeans, flats, heels, formal dresses, and casual dresses." She rambles off.

Most of the things I wear, but it's not like I wear skirts all the time. "I'm supposed to wear all of these?" No way in the world. "This is not my style." In any way, shape, or form.

"Well now it is so suck it up." The designer yells throwing clothes at me to try on.

Three hours later I've tried on all the possible combinations and I'm exhausted. Who would have thought that trying on clothes could be so exhausting. Closing my eyes I lean back on the couch. The very comfy couch.

"We need to do something with this hair." Feeling someone's hands in my hair I jump up.

someone has a death wish. "No one touches the hair." I can't let it happen.

"We are going to fix this hair Arabella. Cut these dead ends, and wash it. When was the last time you washed it?" That a very good question.

"Please don't. My hairs a mess. The only person that could do my hair is gone." My hair is naturally curly and tangles easily now since I haven't had time to wash it in years.

"Trust me after I get done, the Prince will be all over you, and you two will make beautiful babies." Did anyone ask this lady anything?

An hour and thirty minutes later a mirror is shoved in my face. Taking a deep breath I take a look at my self. Holy crap, I haven't looked this good since mom died. My hair is straight coming to the middle of my back with freshly cut ends. She also has some of it in a mid pony so some is half up and half down.

"My son won't be able to keep his hands off of you." The queen yells happily.

"Is that a good thing?" It doesn't sound like a good thing.

"It's a very good thing. We want the Prince to fall for you." The assistant says while packing up her materials.

"Just so you know I've had all the clothes shipped to your house. Catherine is putting them in your room as we speak." Great she's in on it to. Just what I need. Catherine telling me what to and not wear. "Also I want you to act like nothing is different when you arrive at school tomorrow. Your outfit will be pre-picked out, and I will have some one there to start the plan."

So let me see if I'm getting this right. I'm supposed to go to school. Act like the Queen isn't trying to set me up with her son ,the Prince, and just skip around like I'm in some fairy tale. I think I summed everything up.

"Is it twiddle Dee and twiddle dum?" Who else would it be?

"Yes, I'm assuming you don't like them much?" Someone yell bingo.

"Oh I like them." I shrug.

"Well just put up with them for the time being. I can understand why you wouldn't want to be around them. Imagine those boys visiting for the summer. Oh Brian used to make the maids deal with them while he and Rose were in meetings. He talked and she looked cute. In reality he just used her because every one thought she was the cutest thing ever, so they wouldn't yell with her in the room. That's how she met Leo at the tender age of four." So at the age of four she met her future husband? Thankfully I'm not apart of the Royal family.

"Okay well I'm going to go. I guess I'll try not to kill them." By trying I mean I'll give them one shot.

"Just remember our goal is to get Alexander to ask you to be his girlfriend officially." I should get paid for this. This is going to be my hardest job ever. He is so unpredictable.

"What if he doesn't ask me?" I ask the Queen.

"Trust me he will. We've all seen the way he looks at you," the assistant adds in once again.

"Arabella let me tell you something. When we first saw  the headlines and the pictures we were not to pleased. Then when Catherine, my assistant, and I sat down and talked about it. We realized you two would be perfect for each other." Yeah, but would I be great for the country? 

"I'm just going to go so I can get my beauty sleep." I say as I take one last glance at my new self in the mirror.

"You do that. We need you to look your best for tomorrow. We're going to give a tip to some media companies just so word gets around and will reach Alexander." Nodding my head I bow to the queen and find my way out of the palace.

Once outside I get in my car and head back to my home.

Do you think the plan will work?

XX

L.S.G