As Isabella first entered America she found the country to be quite amusing and fun. She thought it was hilarious how they drove on the other side of the road and she thought their snacks were delicious, particularly Flaming Hot Cheetos.
"I am telling you Joseph these are so spicy yet I can not stop eating them, " Isabella told him.
"All of us here are stressed about Amelia's arrival and you are discussing snacks with me?" Joseph asked with a stern look.
Isabella looked embarrassed for a moment.
"You know just for that tone. I'm not sharing with you, " with that Isabella walked away.
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An hour passed and the Queen called Isabella to her room."Yes, your Majesty?" Isabella asked as she entered.
The Queen turned around.
"Amelia has arrived. How do I look?" The Queen asked nervously.
"Like a Queen, " Isabella smiled.
"So not approachable?" The Queen nervously.
"Are you nervous your Majesty?" Isabella asked.
"Of course I am! The future of Genovia depends on this girl accepting the title. A title she has no idea about, " The Queen said nervously.
"She's also your granddaughter." Isabella pointed out.
"You are not helping Isabella. I am well aware she is my granddaughter. A granddaughter I have never met! The only thing I have left of Philippe in this world is that girl downstairs. What will I do?" The Queen asked nervously.
Isabella had never seen the Queen like this, nervous. The Queen was always put together, the Queen always knew what to do. Seeing this new emotion within the Queen startled Isabella. She didn't know how to comfort her so all she did was pat the Queen's shoulder and said:
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Teenage Stylist|| The Princess Diaries
FanfictionIsabella Campbell, is an orphan that the royal family of Genovia took in as their royal stylist when they saw that she was a fashion protégée. Isabella saw Prince Philippe Renaldi as a father figure and was devastated when he passed away. Two month...