The princess's dirty little secret.

The princess’s dirty little secret.

 PROLOGUE

“Oh come on mother!” I exclaimed into the phone “you cannot be serious?”.

“I am serious darling, you need to be at that event” she said.

“Are you being serious?” I questioned.

“Not really darling that is why I said it” my mother said in her snooty tone.

“Well I'm not going” I said angrily.

“Honey, listen to me here, you don’t go and ill make sure you don’t get that new Louis Vuitton ill contact them and make sure that you don’t get that handbag” she warned sternly.

My heart began pumping “Well, you’re forgetting who I am” I said trying to mask my fear thank-fully my voice didn’t tremble this was what I was good at.

Acting like everything was going okay when it really wasn’t.

I wanted that handbag, hell, I needed that handbag.

My mother chuckled her arrogant voice hitting my ear drums like a evil demon “Darling, Pricilla you are forgetting who you are talking too….i created you...” with that the beep rang through the phone she hung up on me!

“Agh!” I cried out, walking out the restroom my bright pink heels slapping the marble floor of the hotel creating a sound that was like music to my ears.

I just loved shoes and the sound they made when they hit the floor with each step I took.

A bell airs shoulder bumped into me “Watch where your going!” I snapped taking my phone out of my pocket and clicking away.

I had a flight to attend; I had to go to a cute little town called Warwick Islandto go to a small charity auction.

I really didn’t want to go id rather be at the opening of the night club in uptown London.

They drove me to the hotel where the auction was being held once they parked outside it, there russian accents not helping me understand a word.

I mean they sound like they're from the mafia.

Are they crazy?

I'm pretty sure they are.

Id changed into my dress earlier.

“You’ll need to go from the back side, we cant accompany you but its that way” he pointed to the back.

I nodded flipping my hair over my shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah” I said stepping out of my limo and walking towards the dingy dirty backside of the hotel.

I was lost, I was honestly lost.

I don’t know how I managed it, but here I am in my designer hot pink dress m humungous hat on my head my Louis Vuitton shoes and my Gucci handbag stomping down a street I heard chuckles and saw a group of teens who seemed to look my age.

“Yoohoo!” I exclaimed skipping towards them I would be running but my heels made me in a awkward position once I stopped around them I grinned “Toodles,” I said “Hi, I'm Pricilla” I said holding out my hand for them to shake. I saw there hands they were dirty from holding the skateboard “ew no,” I said stepping away looking I saw multiple girls around them “I need to go to a auction and was wondering if you could be darlings and point me to where it is….you see, I seem to be lost” I said flipping my bright blonde hair over my shoulder “But you know, I wouldn’t be bothering you but my annoying mother told me I need to attend the auction or….wait for it, you’ll never believe this, she threatened to not give my Louis Vuitton handbag” I gasped “Oh lord, I get chills just thinking about it, so I had to come here when I didn’t want to you see but then I bought this dress” I picked up frill of my bright pink dress that ended just below my knee “well, I didn’t buy it Gucchi gifted me it-oh they're such darlings!” I stopped talking.

“Cece she looks just like you!” one boy exclaimed I looked up at him and my breath hitched in my throat he looked like an angel.

He had black hair that was pushed back in the sexiest way his bright blue eyes were staring down at me my heart twisted in need.

“Whoever is Cecilia?” I wondered.

The boy pointed towards a girl who was looking at me in disgust my mobile phone pinged in my expensive purse.

She looked just like me before I dyed my hair she had the same deep brown eyes the same facial shape and the exact same nose.

I gasped.