The British Princess

Part 9

Before dinner my parents told me that they would be watching the boys etiquette, to see who showed manners during a meal, and they told me to as well. It was important for any boy marrying into royalty to know when they need to be polite.
I knew with this bunch there was likely to be some boys not up to scratch, at least by my parents high standards.

Mother wanted it to look like a very formal event, so I had to wear a tiara. I chose a silver one, similar to my mother's that had several silver loops and curves, except mine had less gems. I wasn't allowed to wear one with all the jewels until I was married.

But I loved being a princess, and as I twirled in front of my mirror I really felt like one. My dress was deep blue and flared out at the bottom, a trail leading behind me. The sleeves were a puffed out at the shoulder and ran just above my elbow.

My hair was half up, and Thea had styled so the crown sat on a layer of dark brown hair, while the rest flowed over my shoulders in fat curls.

As I headed down stairs I stopped by Isabelle's room and as she came out she looked absolutely gorgeous.
Her hair was done up in a crown braid, a silver and gold tiara sitting on her head, as a princess by marriage should.
Isabelle really did look like a true princess, and she fitted in perfectly, her magenta chiffon dress fanning out at the floor.

"Isabelle you look gorgeous." I say and smile at the gorgeous princess before me.

Isabelle shrugs, before looking at my dress, "Are you kidding? Charlotte you look incredible. Those selected won't be able to resist you." She says and I smile.

"Thanks. Now let's grab Thomas and head down, I'm starving." I say and grab Isabelle's hand, pulling her along beside me as we head to Thomas's room.
Isabelle raps on the door and after a moment Thomas appears, fixing his brown hair into a neat do.

"Woah, you girls look amazing." He says and gives me a hug, before turning and kissing Isabelle's hair, "Stunning as ever Bells." He whispers to her, Isabelle blushing fiercely and I smile.
Thomas and Isabelle are the cutest, even if he is my brother.

"Alright lovebirds lets keep it going." I say and attempt to drag them away but they continue to just watch each other. I roll my eyes, "Fine, I'll head down myself." I say and turn on my heel, heading for the elevator.

Isabelle's voice stops me, "Char, wait." She says and I turn to see her smiling, "You'll understand once you get married." Izzy tells me, her arm hooked tightly around Thomas's.

"I just don't feel like I'm the marriage type." I say with a shrug and continue down the hall.

"I didn't think I was either Charlotte." Thomas calls down the hall, and I don't look back.

We arrive at the dinning hall a few minutes later and as I entered a saw the many selected faces turn to look at me. I received many bows from the gentlemen, and greetings from my parents. My mother looked stunning in an emerald gown, a golden crown on her head. My father also wore a crown, wearing a smart looking suit.

Many of the selected were already seated, but there was an empty place I noticed as I sat down. My spot was beside Mason, across from Oliver and William.

The boys all looked smart in suits, all different colours. Majority wore black, grey or navy. Mason was in royal blue, Oliver was in deep green and Hunter was in a cream white.

Axel was in a bold red, almost like Tate's, but his was more maroon.

William sitting across from me leaned over to ask, "What's all this fancy stuff for?"