Royally Arranged

Chp 28 Chante

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Bella

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" Mo-mother," I chocked out.

" Welcome, home!" She repeated.

" Mother, why are you here?" I asked politely.

" This is my home, of course!"'She grinned and opened her arms wide.

Everything seems to fit into pieces. Winter Gala Ball.

Last year was at at France, and now England, the next year, Winter Gala will be at Russia. Ohmygod.

" Hello, Mother," I bowed shakingly as I hadn't bowed in months. The Cullens behind me copied me and I bit my lip.

" Arabella, posture, don't slouch," She scolded and put her hands back. " Yes, your majesty," I mumbled and nodded.

This is hell.

" Come along! Francis, take them tour around," She commanded and turned to us," Your brothers came back an hour earlier. They are in their rooms now,"

With a sharp nod, she glided away to another family of royals.

I groaned out loud and stomped my feet bitchy-ly.

" Daughter," Someone greeted and I froze.

" H-hey, Father," I spun around awkwardly and saw Charles in his usual white suit and a sparky crown.

His hair and beard whiten a little, but his crinkly smile stayed the same.

" C'mere, little girl," He pulled me into a hug and I embraced him back. " I mi-" I was abruptly cut off by someone. " Oh, hey there, Harry!" He stepped away and joined someone else. My heart dropped and Edward tugged on my arm. I thought he was back, my daddy. But he isn't and won't be. He is still my father, never the daddy.

" Let's go," I said quietly and followed our guide.

*

" Wow,"

I ushered everyone except Edward out of my room after the tour as I wanted some alone time with him.

" Hm," I smiled and joined him at my cupboard of CDs.

" That's a lot," He commented and trailed his fingertips along the shelves. " Yep, stole some from my brothers," I grinned proudly and he chuckled, heading to my closet.

" You are not sparing a woman's clothes?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow and followed him. " Nope,"

Some of the heels of mine dusted and a thin layer of dust covered my makeup and the surface of wood. I could barely see myself on the mirror now.

" What's this?" He asked, knocking or pushing a blue small hidden button.

" N-no!" I cried weakly as my wall of clothes pushed back and turned, revealing a small memory of my brother.

Please don't say anything about it.

Guess my secret place was ka-boomed.

Thousand pictures of him hung, place across the room, leaving tits and bits about him.

I nodded weakly and faked a small smile, hurting that my hidden place was found.

He lifted up his head and saw the picture. " Who's that?" He asked.