I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours

I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours Chp 8

Not much, but i promise it won't be so long before the next chapter.

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So here I sit, two weeks later.

The night is too cold, the dress is too tight, and I think my feet have gone numb from being in these torture devices that people call shoes. I started fidgeting with the bottom of the dress, trying to make it longer.

“Stop moving.” Quinn hisses, “You’re going to make me ruing your make-up!”

Feeling defeated, I reluctantly stop moving, letting her turn me into a life-sized doll. I can’t believe someone could have so many beauty products, I thought as I stared at my bathroom; some, I knew what they were for, others, I had no idea what they could be. But before I could catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, she turned my chair again, making me face the shower.

I could sense the faint smell of burnt hair, and the worse part was that it was my hair being burnt down with another of Quinn’s devices.

“Why do I have to endure such treatment?” I asked, exasperated that I couldn’t just wear something of my own choice.

I heard her gasp, and I knew that this was the obvious previous procedure that one had to stand in order to go on a date.

“Because he asked you out! This is your first date! You need to look good, and he obviously likes you, so you can’t go looking like a slob. And besides, when I’m done with you, he’ll want to take you out every single day of the year.”

This was probably the longest speech I had ever heard from her.

“Compliments are appreciated, thank you. I needed that.” I sheepishly admitted.

“You’re welcome,” she grabbed a can of … something and aimed it at hair, “Now, close your eyes, I don’t want you to get any of this in them.”

Too scared to ask, I obeyed her orders, feeling as something was coated over my head and on my neck.

“Oh…” I heard her sigh, “I’m such a genius. You can open you eyes now, Leah.” She said, turning my chair back to face the mirror.

Terrified, I slowly opened my eyes, not knowing what to expect. The first thing a saw was Quinn with a proud smile on her face, the second, was me.

I recognized myself the mirror, but only because I knew that the only other person with me was Quinn. My normally straight hair was now curled, and looked shorter, she was a genius. I never knew my eyes could look that way, nor my lips.

“You’re an artist.” I said, looking at Quinn reflection in the mirror, she smiled, grateful for my compliment and gave me a slight nod.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to kiss on the first date, I don’t care how much you want to, and you will not do it. As for the rest, it’s your decision, just be sure to call me later and tell me everything that happened.” She insisted.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

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“Then what?”

“Well, nothing, he just kissed me on the cheek and left.” I said simply.

“What? Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t listen to me!” she exclaimed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“I was kind of whishing that would have kissed him, that way you would have a lot more to tell, rather than just say what you ate and where you went, which I am hoping that you’ll show me where that restaurant was located, I can’t believe you don’t remember.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because, that’s what friends do! They tell each other how their date was, what he did, what he didn’t do, I want to know because I want to talk about it. Is that enough explanation for you?” she asked.

“I suppose so.”

“So, did you hold hands?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“What? What kind of a question is that? Ugh, fine, did he help you get out of the car?”

“Yes, but that wasn’t something weird or odd, you know.” At least not for me…

“What does Gabriel say about this?”

“About what, Adam? Well, he wasn’t here last night, so he missed the opportunity to meet him.”

“And when you told him you were going out? What did he say then?”

“Not much, really, just a ‘be careful’ and that was it, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Is he older than you? Gabriel I mean, you seem to be the same age…” she asked.

“He’s older.” I think. “But only by a short time, twenty minutes or so.”

“So you’re twins? I would have never guessed that.” she said, obviously impressed.

“Yeah, we’re twins.” Why not?

“Well, your twin is hot.”

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“Your mother called, again.”

“And she said, what?” I asked.

“She called, again, to complain about how you’re not talking to her, or your father. Again.”

“Anything else I might want to know about?”

“No, not really.” He said. “Hey, how’d it go?”

“How did what go?” We were standing in the kitchen, with him leaning on the counter next to the stove, and me searching for something to eat.

“Your date, I know I never asked you anything about, and I’m sorry for that.”

I took a bite out of the apple that I found in the back of the refrigerator, “It was nice, where were you that night by the way?” I opened one of the drawers and took out a knife, deciding to peel the apple before I ate it; it was getting stuck in teeth too often.

“The library.” Huh, I never thought as Gabriel as the type of guy that read anything other than adds.

“What for?” I asked genuinely curious.

“I’ll tell you soon, I promise.”

That did not help with my quest to find out what Gabriel was hiding, but I’ll find out.