Dress Fitting

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Lucy's POV
I rushed into my bedroom as quick as a flash to see my mother standing there with a mad face.

My mother's name is Sara.

"Hi... mother..." I say uneasily.

"Where have you been, young lady?" the Queen asked.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking straight and it won't happen again! Honest!"

My mother then saw something else in my eyes.

Honesty and kindness. Purity.

She sighed. "Alright. I forgive you. But we need to get ready. The coronation is in two hours! Where's Bergeeta? And Renae?"

Suddenly, two maids came walking in.

"Your highness, we're awfully sorry if we're late." Bergeeta said in a clean British accent. "My sister and I were just washing the dishes."

"Good. But you need to focus. The coronation is in two hours! Warm up the water in the bathtub and get her cleaned up. Chop! Chop!"

So, the maids were rushing me into the bathroom and they soon started filling the tub with warm water.
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After the soothing bath, I dried myself off and changed into a plain satin dress that was still fancy but not too fancy.

Then momentarily, I found myself standing very still while the royal dress maker measured my waist and height.

And after trying on a few dresses, I finally found the dress I wanted.

It was gorgeous!

And my mother seemed very pleased.

She came and kissed me on the forehead.
"Your father would be very proud of you, Lucy..." she said.

I smile slightly

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I smile slightly. "I know he would."

Just then, a man in a black suit came in. "They're ready."

"OK." I say.

Then I walk out of the room.

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