Escape

Chapter 1: Surprises

Becca

“Bailey must I wear a dress?” I ask as the maid tightens up the corset for under my ball gown.

“Now Princess, you know the Danish Royal Family is coming for this ball tonight, you have to look your best” Bailey tells me as I gasp for breath when she pulls the string tighter.

I internally groan at what she says. I don’t want the royal family from Denmark at my eighteenth birthday ball. As a matter of fact, I don’t even want to attend this ball. I don’t want to wear an outrageous dress, I don’t want someone to spend hours doing my hair, and I most definitely don’t want someone putting that god awful makeup on my face. All I want to do is go down to the dance studio and practice.

“There you go Princess. All tied up. Now, let’s get that dress on you” Bailey tells me with a smile and I follow her over to the mannequin which is holding a sky blue ball gown. It has a sweetheart neckline with diamonds all over it. I have to admit the royal dress maker is fantastic when it comes to making gowns for me. She knows my favorite color and what style I prefer.

Bailey gets the dress off the mannequin and I crouch down so she can pull it over my head. When the dress is secure I turn to face the mirror while Bailey pulls the zip up in the back. The dress looks perfect. I look perfect. The only thing missing is my tiara and jewelry. My hair is done up in a beautiful up-do and my makeup is done to perfection, you can study my face for hours and you wouldn’t find a single flaw.

“Thank you, Bailey” I say sincerely as she places my tiara a top of my head along with a diamond encrusted bracelet on my wrist.

Just as she was to respond there’s a knock at my door and in comes my mother and father. Mother is perfect as always wearing a simple peach colored gown, while Father is looking dashing in a sleek tuxedo.

“Oh Rebecca, you look beautiful” Mother gushes as she squeezes my hand. I force a smile and nod my thanks.

“You do as well Mother, now, where is Chelsea?” I ask looking for my seven year old sister. 

“She is already downstairs. Associating with some guests” Father says in his deep voice and I nod. “Now, we should get going. You are to be announced in five minutes.”

Once again I nod, send a smile to Bailey, and I’m following my parents down the vast corridor towards the marble staircase that leads to the Ballroom. I gulp as my Mother and Father are announced and I hear hundreds of people applauding the introduction of the King and Queen.

No matter how many times I am announced I will always choke up. I hate being the center of attention like this. But this is my life right now. I must deal with it. The announcer sends me a nod of the head and I walk down the three steps to the main platform. I stare down at the mass of people at the bottom of the staircase and gulp.

“Now introducing your Royal Highness, Princess Rebecca Melantha Lynn Denzil!” The announcer states and I turn on a dazzling smile as I descend the marble stairs.

As soon as I reach the bottom I am greeted by many Lords, Ladies, Dukes, Duchesses, and best of all my little Chelsea. When I see Chelsea’s little brunette head come near I hold out my hand for her to grasp. She looks so pretty with her little pink ball gown on and her tiara a top of her head.