Royal

Chapter 2

The first thought after that was: Where's Dad?' My next thought was: 'Why am I here?' Followed by: 'Was it that Charles guy?' Which led to :'Wow, this room is nice...'

I looked around. A chandelier hung from the ceiling. My bed was a canopy bed. There was a white, curved couch at the end of the bed, with pillows on it. The walls were a pink so light, they were almost white. The ceiling was the same.

One wall of the room was actually a window, which I thought was weird. Do you want people to watch you get changed?

There was a white table and chairs in the middle against the window-wall. It had a white vase with a pink flower coming out. I didn't know the name, but it was beautiful.

Then I noticed three doors: two on one wall, one on the other. I guessed the one door, which was a pair of double white-oak doors, was the exit because it was opposite the window-wall, which was the wall facing the city.

I decided to check out the two other doors. The one closest to the window-wall was a large bathroom. It had a gray-brown marble sink, same color marble walls, and same for the floor except in tiles. There was a large bathtub, or juccizi, I should say, which matched the rest. There was a shower with a glass sliding door. The inside was also gray-brown marble. The bathroom had a shelf with towels on them. There was a door with hangars attached to it. I opened the door to find a giant walk in closet.

On the sides, it had the middle space, which was the largest, with hangars on rails. The top was a shelf which had boxes, which I guess were for hats.The bottom part was a little shelf, which I guessed was for shoes. At the back of the room was a tri-mirror. Sadly though, there was only one dress on the hangar. It was beautiful though.

It was a darkish blue dress that would end around my knees. It ended in fringe. The sleeves were to about where my elbows would be and loose. One shoulder was lower than the other, though. Under it on the shelf was black tights and blue high-heels, which I would never be able to walk in.

I went back into the bathroom and tried to figure out how to work the shower. When I did, I went back into the closet and grabbed the dress, tights, and shoes. I put them on the hangers, but the shoes on the floor. I put my grimy clothes in the laundry basket and took a shower. Warm water, which was weird. The water was turning brown and gray as it touched me. I scrubbed myself until I was clean. I then used the shampoo and conditioner on my hair, because that's what it said on the bottle. I rinsed off, grabbed a towel and dried off. I found a brush and did what most girls my age did: brushed my hair.

I then attempted to put on the clothes and I eventually got it. I slipped on the shoes and grabbed the wall and started walking. Turns out I was a natural. I opened the door to the closet and looked in the mirror. I gasped and stumbled backward, knocking over the box above where the dress had been. A tiara with diamonds tumbled down.

I stared at it for what felt like ten minutes. I then picked it up and placed it on my head. I looked in the tri-mirror again. I gasped again. I was breathtaking.

My long, brown, hair looked magnificent brushed out. It almost shined in the light. The outfit was a perfect fit and I thought I looked amazing in it. My tan summed it up. The tiara was the perfect touch.

I walked out the door into the room. I then thought of something and felt guilty. What if this is someone else's stuff? I looked around. Nothing was messed up except the bed. I didn't know how to make a bed, so I couldn't really do anything.

I then noticed how hungry I was. I walked out the exit door, closed it, turned around and got filled with dismay. The hall was long and there were lots if doors. Remembering my window-wall, I could see I was high up. That meant there were many floors. How was I ever going to find the kitchen?

I then noticed all the men and women going around in the hall. They were dressed up as maids and butlers.

I walked up to a butler-dressed man and asked "Do you know where the kitchen is?"

He looked puzzled. "Yes, I do. But if you want to eat you should go to the dining room." he had a british accent, which I barley noticed.

My jaw dropped. "You have a whole room for dining?"

He smiled. "Yes, we do. Actually, you do. By the way, are you Ms. Bell? Cleo to be exact?"

I started to trail off. "I have a dining room..." I blinked hard and said "Yep, that's me!"

"I am Ethan. I will lead you to the dining room."

When we arrived, we were at a room with a long, mahogany table. You know, one of those royal feast tables without the food. "Thanks, Ethan."

He nodded. "It's my job, Ms. Bell. Your guide, Evan will be here soon."

I smiled. "Okay, and call me Cleo." He nodded

"Yes, Ms.B - Cleo." He smiled. Then he left.

A waiter came out and asked me what I wanted. "Pizza, please. No toppings."

The waiter furrowed his brow. "That is... an odd request. But alright. Coming up!" He walked away.

"Sprite, too!" I called after him.

A few minutes later, he walked back out with a cheese pizza and a sprite. "The chef apologizes, Ms. This is not his best work. He has not made pizza in a long time." I bit into the pizza and immediately spit it out.

The waiter looked worried. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes!" I replied. "This is too good!"

Then the waiter looked majorly confused.

I asked him "Can I meet the chef?" After saying this I started stuffing pizza into my face.

The waiter nodded. "I will go get him."

Not long after, (though the pizza was gone) he returned with a chef. "Oh my gosh! Your pizza is amazing! I wish I could have more but I'm full! Thank you, thank you, thank you, for making that!" I said, then started slurping my sprite.

The chef beamed and bowed. He turned away and whispered to the waiter. It sounded something like "Is that Ms.Bell?". Then he walked away. I got up and waited for my guide. Evan, I think his name was. A man walked up to me. "Have you seen someone named Cleo Bell?" I nodded.

He smiled. "Where?"

I held back laughter. "Right here."

He quickly responded "Where, here?" I burst out laughing.

The man looked at me oddly. "Are you Evan?' I asked. He nodded. "Please answer my question and explain to me why you are rolling on the floor." I stood up, laughing.

"I am Cleo Bell." I said between laughs.

Evan turned bright red. "Well..." He said. I can tell that we're off to a great start.