La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter One

"Day two." Anna placed her hand on the satin hangers, "Day three." She moved another dress forward. "Day four." Three dresses moved by the rest of the pack. "Day fiv-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Evee spoke, stopping Anna from actually listing every single day of their tour in The Netherlands. "I have multiple dresses for the eight days. You'll be with me, right? Everything will be okay."

"Yes, I will be with you but I still need you to study the schedule and practice the speeches. The  Museum Boijmans Van Beuningenin in Rotterdam, which you will visit on your third day is very keen on you speaking. This gala gown is for the opera show in Amsterdam at the Royal Theatre Carré, you will meet with the King and The Queen on day four and then go to the theatre together-"

"And the next day, we will visit the Anne Frank House, I know, Anna." Evee nodded her head eagerly.

"You have been getting better." Anna spoke cheekily, eyeing the blonde petting the fat Beagle that was lying around on his back.

"I need to, they're watching me like hawks." Evee mumbled, averting her eyes towards her stylist.

"Ever since you both returned from your honeymoon you guys have been working so much, they can't say anything negative and if they do, they're hating anyways. Haters will always hate." Anna shrugged, looking at the dresses one last time. "I will pack these tomorrow, I should probably get going."

"You should, go enjoy your off days. I'll see you next week." Evee straightened her legs, ignoring Bennett's fishy eyes wondering where she was off to.

"Try getting some sleep, will you? You look dead tired." Anna spoke in concern, looking at the Duchess with worried eyes. The blonde had been in constant meetings for HeartChild and if she wasn't doing that, she visited hospitals, museums or attended charity events with The Duke of Clarence and Avondale by her side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The Duchess waved away her stylists accusations. "It's probably just a stomach bug. I've been feeling a little under the weather but it should be over in no time."

"Maybe you should see a doctor before we go abroad, I don't want you to go puke in Anne Frank's closet." Anna held back a smile as she buttoned her light trench coat.

"I'm not going to puke in Anne Frank's closet." Evee rolled her eyes, watching how Anna waited for her to take the lead out of the room.

"You better not be." Anna spoke, "Just remember you two have a couple of days off when you get back."

"I'll be fine, I'm actually quite excited to visit The Netherlands, I've been there so many times before when I was a child."

Anna nodded her head, "Okay, I'll see you next week on Monday then."

"Yes, of course. Enjoy you weekend." Evee watched how her stylist quickly waved and smiled at her to finally close the door. She took a deep breath, leaning on the door for a minute to control the dizziness. Anna was right, she was dead tired. Her feet were sore from the constant heels and her limbs had shaken more hands these past months than she had ever done in her entire life.

She closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the silence around her, still leaning on the door post. When she finally opened them, she noticed the Beagle staring at her with a crooked head. "You're right buddy, I should probably try to take a nap." The old Beagle followed his owner with a waving tail, already knowing the word 'nap'.

Evee entered the bedroom, immediately closing the blinds to shut out the afternoon sun. "Come on then." She patted the bed, watching how the Beagle struggled to get on it. "You need to eat less, I've been telling you that." She placed her hands around the dog's stomach, tiredly lifting his fat belly upon the bed. "Don't tell Harry though. You normally can't go on the bed, but I'll make an exception because I need a cuddling partner today."