A Princess in Disguise (slow updates)

Chapter 2 - "Makeover?"

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Author's note:
Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always, please let me know if you like it and would like to read more. Also please excuse any grammatical errors as this chapter has not been edited.  And you should see a picture of Arabella's new hair colour on the top.

Once the plane landed,  Arabella quickly slipped on her mask and exited the plane along with the bodyguards.

They walk into the airport, where she expects to see the driver, whom she was told would pick her up from the airport;

What she didn't expect was to come face to face with a bunch of shouting reporters, pushing and shoving each other while pointing cameras at her face.

"Your majesty, what's the reason for your visit to Kensington!" A male reporter shouts. 

"Your majesty, is it true that you ran away from home."  Another one adds. 

"Your majesty, is it true that you're pregnant, has the queen sent you away so that no one finds out?"

After hearing that comment, Arabella wanted to scream.  However, She's interrupted before getting the chance to voice her thoughts.
"Your majesty, the queen has just notified me that your uncle is waiting for you outside the airport" one of the bodyguards informs.

"Okay, let's go" Arabella replied, allowing her bodyguards to guide her away from the scene, as the airport security guards attempted to hold off the press.

They go outside, and Arabella notices her Uncle's black BMW parked outside.

Her bodyguards escort her over to him, before leaving to make sure that the press could not follow them.

"Uncle Scott" Arabella calls, taping on the car glass to alert him of her arrival.

The man in question looks up from his phone, in the direction of the sound, before noticing his niece standing outside of the door. He quickly unlocked the door and motioned for her to get in. Arabella complies, opening the car door and then sits on the passenger seat.

"Uncle Scott, what are you doing here" Arabella smiles, hugging the man. "Mother said that your driver would be picking me up"

"There's been a slight change in plans, apparently someone in the palace tipped the press off about your arrival and so your mother  specifically requested that I come pick you up myself— because she doesn't trust anyone right now."

"Does that mean there's a spy in the palace?" Arabella questioned, after hearing the information.

"Probably" he nods

"But, Don't worry about it sweetie, we will deal with that problem later. Let's get you home for now before the press find out."

The car ride was silent but comfortable, with everyone preoccupied in their thoughts, that Arabella didn't even notice that they had arrived at their destination.

"We're here darling" Uncle Scott informed interrupting her thoughts.

"I got to get back to work, but your Aunt Lisa is inside the house waiting for you."

"Okay, see you later then" She said, planting a kiss on his cheek and exiting the car.

Arabella then walked inside, only to be tackled in a big hug.

"Arabella darling, I'm so glad that you're finally here" Aunt Lisa said, embracing her in a tight hug. 

"C-can't b-breathe" She choked out, making her aunt loosen her grip from the hug.

"Oops! - sorry darling." She smiles, apologetic, 

"Anyway, I'm so glad that you're here. Now we can get started on your makeover."

"A Makeover?"  Arabella asked, clearly confused.

"Yes, we can't have you getting recognized when you start school tomorrow."

Arabella's about to protest, because there really is no need for a makeover, but before she could even mutter a single objection,  she was being dragged up the stairs. 

"Alright, what colour do you want your hair" Her Aunt asks, searching for supplies in the bathroom cabinet as Arabella took a seat on the chair.

"I don't wanna dye my hair. I like my natural hair colour, just fine" She tells her, worried about ruining her precious hair.

"Don't worry, this isn't normal hair dye, it's just a spray." Her Aunt assured.

"Oh, alright, then I suppose red is fine"

"Excellent choice darling!" Aunt Lisa claps happily. "Now let's get started"

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Arabella's POV

"You look absolutely beautiful darling—this hair colour suits you perfectly" Aunt Lisa smiled as she finished spraying the remaining parts of my hair.

"Really, you don't think it's too over the top" I questioned, looking at my newly colored hair in the mirror.

"Nope, it's perfect! There's no way anyone would be able to recognize you now. Oh, and since we're on the subject, I've hired some new bodyguards who will be attending school with you tomorrow."

"Umm, don't you think that if I show up at school with a bunch of bodyguards surrounding me that people are gonna figure out who I am?"

"Yep, which is exactly why they're going to be going undercover as your brothers"

"Nope, absolutely not! I think I am perfectly capable of handling this entire situation on my own"

"I know you can darling, but your mother has specifically requested that you take some extra precautionary measures while at school" Aunt Lisa says, giving me an apologetic look.

"Fine, then I guess I have no choice" I reply, knowing fully well that I did not have a choice in the matter since my mother was involved.

'But hopefully, my "brother's" and I will be able to get along just fine.' I thought to myself.

I guess we will find out tomorrow.