The Life of a Princess

Chapter 10 - Daisies and Dumbos

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"Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles," - George Eliot

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Two days later I was standing outside a grand oak door. The handle looked to be gold-painted and so did the door bell. The mansion belonging was huge, white and basically screaming expensive. Sure, I came from a castle, but there was just something else about this house (maybe that, you know, everything was gold or white stone).

The door opened and Angela grinned wildly at me with her bleached teeth, ushering me in. "Oh my god, thanks for helping me out!" she gushed and handed me an apron. "I don't know how I'd manage this without you."

Tying it around my waist, I rolled my eyes fondly. "Me neither, I'm a lifesaver."

Angela and I sauntered over the marbled floors and into the kitchen. I hadn't thought of it, but during the four days I'd known Blondie, I hadn't even been to her house (but maybe that was because De-fucking-lilah had grounded me until today and if I didn't listen to her, she'd take my phone and Louboutins) (couldn't risk that, are you crazy?).

We got bowls and ingredients and started making a cake for the "friendly gathering" (as she liked to call it) afterwards. She had asked me to help her prepare, and I, who had to make a statement to my new family, couldn't show them that I didn't have a fully packed schedule after being grounded. So I came here as fast as I could, making Riley drive me as I told De-fucking-lilah that I was actually helping someone.

"Do you have a dress I could borrow?" I asked as I cracked an egg. Angela, who had resorted to making dinner instead, turned her head to me, her eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Yes, yes of course!" She almost dropped the raw beefs to the ground as she turned to the stove again and put them in the pan. I chuckled at her and threw the eggshell in the trash.

"Thanks, I don't have a lot of clothes here, only some ancient ones and those I got at Hollister." I started swaying my hips to the music from the radio.

"Yeah, I noticed that at school. Why?"

My body tensed slightly, but I shook it off and pretended like nothing. I had read the folder from Mum and actually knew what to say in situations like this. And my lying skills were professional, so I really had nothing to be nervous about. Yet my voice was strained when I spoke, because when I lied before, I didn't care about the person. I didn't care if they knew I lied. I didn't care if they judged me. But now- now was different.

"My parents are on a business trip for a semester or two, so I have to live here with my, uh, aunt," I said and started stirring the batter to distract myself. "They told me to bring only the most important and drop clothes since Aunt Delilah had some for me. Bullshit that was." I coughed out a dry chuckle and cleared my throat. "So who's coming tonight?"

Changing subject. Always a good idea.

Angela didn't notice my kinky situation and answered, "Oh, not very many. You, Beau, Ariel, Jenna, Kenneth and I."

"Why so few? Thought you were the partying kind." To be honest, I was quite disappointed since I was craving a party, even though couldn't really expect very much as Angela was only making food for less than ten. "And why not Hunter? I thought you liked him."

I didn't even know if I suggested him for Angela's sake or mine. Over the last few days, he and I had spoken more and more, and I found him interesting. He had some depth, unlike most people, and I was always up for some mystery. But making it seem like it was because of Angela I wanted him there made it easier to deal with.