Princess Rebellion (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

Becca in her dress ---->

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate shopping? Well let it be known to the world. I fucking hate shopping! I mean, you're just wandering round like a fucking fool looking at random bits of junk that you probably won't even buy, or even see again. The only good kind of shopping is food shopping, and that's only because you get to eat it. 

I fingered a bright yellow dress with distaste, fighting to keep the grimace off my face. When I left the palace, I at least tried to keep up a normal facade. As princess, you were expected to do and be a lot a things, which I generally ignored, but I figured, why not at least try to act normal sometimes and give my parents a break? Then again, they'd let Julius stay in the palace without my permission... Scowl it is. 

"Is something wrong, Princess Rebecca?" a female voice asked, green eyes flitted over my fierce scowl. The shop attendant, who had been following me around like an annoying puppy for the last half hour, seemed concerned at the look of boredom and revulsion on my face. I mentally rolled my eyes. 

"Everything's fine..." I peered at the name tag on her smart black jacket, "Matilda."  

She grinned at me. "That's good, that's good," she replied perkily, her smile even brighter than the sun. Dear God, I needed sunglasses just to look at the girl! Then again, wearing sunglasses inside wasn't exactly cool, despite how many celebrities did it. It just made you look stupid, in my opinion. I mean, who wears sunglasses indoors?!  

I shuffled along reluctantly, wary gaze flitting over all the sequins and lace. 

"Do you know what?" I muttered to myself. "Matilda?" I called, turning around to better search for the girl. "Gah!" I practically screamed as I almost walked into her, as she had somehow appeared behind me. 

"Yes Princess?" she asked eargerly, bowing her head slightly.

"Do you have anything suitable for the upcoming ball?" I inquired. "Nothing here seems to take my fancy..." I send another dark look around the store, barely managing to suppress my shiver.  

Matilda gasped. "You mean...The Ball Ball?" she asked, her tone awed. 

I tapped my foot impatiently. "Yes, I mean the annual ball my family holds every year."

"Oh wow," she breathed, her expression dreamy.  

"Yes yes, it's amazing," I snapped, not able to hide my irritation now. "A dress? Do you have any dresses that will suit me?"

A flustered look passed over her features. "Gosh, okay. Er, let me think." She scratched her head, while I sighed, crossing my arms.

She started muttering quietly to herself, while I watched her with growing amusement. From the look of concentration on her face, you'd think I'd asked her a complicated maths equation, not about some dumb dress that I'd probably only wear the once.  

"Wait here, I've got the perfect dress for you!" she squealed, running off in a random direction. I chuckled at her enthusiasm, spying a seat in the shoes section.

Sauntering over to it, I sat down, tried to ignore the stares and whispers that were being thrown my way by all the other shoppers. God, being a princess really sucks sometimes. Could they not just mind their own business? What did they think I was, an alien? I was just an ordinary teenage wolf. Gosh! 

After a few minutes of my impatient waiting, she appeared with a gorgeous silver dress. I didn't get a chance to examine it properly, as I found myself being shoved towards the changing room, the dress magically finding its way into my hands.