The British Princess

Part 2

When I got back to my room I stuck the stupid piece of paper with William's face on it onto the cork board in my room. Hopefully that would help dry his picture and it won't rip any further.

Then I wandered into my walk in closet, pulling off my soaked day dress and grabbing a clean one. It was a cute, butter yellow dress.

I pulled my hair up into a half up do, wandering through my room till I came to my box of hair clips.

Looking back at Will's lone photo on the board on my wall, I think of my idea. One by one I grab the selection pictures and pin them up on the board. All their smiling faces look back at me as I line them up, all the names doing my head in.

Satisfied once all the pictures are stuck up, I leave my room in search for breakfast. It's quiet, as usual, but it's become more so since Isabelle married Thomas. Not that I don't like her, she's the best, but they always want to do everything together now.

That's why I put up with Thomas's selection, it gave me more girls to talk to. And that gives me hope for mine, that I can meet people and maybe find someone who makes me happy.

I continue down the last few steps to the dining hall and I find my parents already seated.

"Morning sweetheart." My father says, giving me a nod as he doesn't take his eyes off his newspaper. My mother gives me a smile, sitting down her cup of tea.

"Good morning Charlotte. How are you feeling today?" My mother asks me as I pull out a seat and sit opposite my parents. There's a display of breakfast foods before me, pancakes, waffles and cereal on the menu today.

I nod as I put two waffles onto my plate to start, "Good, I slept well last night."

"Then why do I hear from Thomas you fell into the fountain?" Dad says, concern in his tone, while I cover my waffles in syrup and strawberries.

"I..I didn't mean to fall in, I just tripped." I say, sawing with my knife to get a bite size piece to eat. I pot it into my mouth and smile. The waffles were delicious drenched in the sticky sweet syrup.

"As long as you're ok." My mum adds in, giving me her soft eye look. I knew she was most concerned about the selection coming up. She questioned whether I'd be able to handle it.

I cover my mouth with my hand while I talk, "I am. I think I've just got a lot on my mind." I admit.

"Of course. What do you think of the selected boys? Have you had a chance to have a look?"

"Briefly." I say, continuing to eat my food.

"You chose a right handful. I'm pretty sure Mason Halter was in the lot, that famous model. And Axel McCarthy, he's going to cause trouble I just know it." My dad says as he looks to the next page of his paper casually.

"I hope not." I say as I continue eating.

I feel my fathers glance upon me as he speaks again, "You have to be careful sweetheart, we want you to make the right decision."