Property Of a Millionaire

24. Property Of a Millionaire (RR)

Miles' Point of View

Your view is amazing? What hotel are you guys even staying at?" Melanie shouted over the phone. I had to lower the volume because of how loud she was. I walked away from the window and turned the camera so it was facing me this time.

"Not a hotel, it's his grandparent's mansion in Moscow." Alana and Zack joined the conversation after hearing about how rich his family truly is.

I was by myself since Max had to attend another family meeting, leaving me alone in this giant home. I'm on Facetime with Melanie, Zack, and Alana, and trying to talk to 3 people at once isn't easy. Walking down the steps, showing off the hallways, photographs on the walls, and the fancy carpeting on the ground.

"Good afternoon Miles." Anna greeted me by the entrance room with Nat and Tanya by her side. I put my phone in my pocket before walking up to them. Both girls ran up to me and crushed my legs with their force, I bent down only slightly to hug them back; People just love me.

"Do you mind keeping an eye on the girls for me? Family duty calls." She asked.

"Of course, I don't mind at all." They pushed back from my legs and ran back over to the coffee table filled with toys.

"Thank you, I owe you." She was out the door before I could tell her it was fine. I walked back over to the couch that was facing the table Natasha and Tanya were playing on and took my phone back out. Of course, they were yelling at me for putting them on mute and in my pocket for 'so long'.

"Can we play dress-up?" I paused the phone once again.

"Of course." I thought they were going to play amongst themselves but was completely wrong when they grabbed my hand, lifted me off the couch, lead me to a nearby powder room, sat me down on a chair, and started talking amongst themselves. I hung up the phone as the girls looked me up and down, they started taking out makeup, clothing, and other accessories to give me a makeover.

"Wait, maybe we should think about this-," I barely had enough time to suggest another activity before makeup was being thrown on my face and little chubby fingers twisted in my hair.

"You have such nice hair, I want my hair the same color as yours." I believe Nat said to me. My eyes were closed as Tanya did my makeup. I sat her down on my lap as she stained my lips with lipstick and held Natasha up so she could reach my hair, which she was twisting or braiding, or whatever it was she was doing.

"Maybe one day, when you're older." I opened my eyes to see her give me the utmost confused face in the world.

"This isn't your real hair color? Like the princess Elsa?" The betrayal on her face made me feel so bad. I quickly shook my head to appease her dreams.

"I mean yes, I was just saying when you get older, your true princess will come out. When I was little, I didn't have this color, it wasn't until my fairy godmother came for me." I lied straight through my teeth but hopefully, Anna will take care of this in the future.

"I knew you were a true princess, I told you, Tan." She slapped her sister's arm before placing her attention back on my hair.

"No don't hit her, it's alright."

"If you're a princess then why are you a boy?"

"I'm a prince, more or less. I don't mind the title, sorry I mean I don't mind if you call me a princess or a prince." I told them sincerely. They eyeballed one another before cheesing.

"Uncle Max is a King, so you can be his Queen. We saw you two kissing one time." Their giggling was infectious.

After their little questioning session, I was forced to change into a skirt and fairy wings with a crown on my head. Thankfully, they didn't put so much makeup on my face because I would have no idea how to remove any of it.