I was returning from training thinking about the letter I received. What could it mean? I went to sleep thinking about it.
"Today is Saturday" I thought with a smile as soon as I woke up. After having breakfast I played a little piano.
It is an incredible instrument, but my favorite is the guitar. I was in the mood to play some songs that I knew, only on the piano. I love music and dance.
My dream is one day to be a singer, but if I can't, I want to be a dancer.While playing the piano, someone broke into my room. I turned around to see who had entered without any warning. It was Eloise.
- Camille, a photo of the prince came out! - Eloise said, with her hand covering her mouth and jumping.
- Seriously Eloise? Do you invade my room to talk about the prince? You escaped from taking a kick. - I spoke with a bored face while getting up.
- Yeah, I'm aware of that. But how can you not be dying to see this? I've never seen such perfection. Not even Mattew is that beautiful. - She said while smiling, stroking the cell phone.
- My God, Eloise. Go, let me see soon. But don't invade my room for this anymore, please, because next time you're really going to get kicked. - I said as I approached to see the photo of the prince of England.
He's really beautiful. The kind of boy who studied at my school would have several girls falling at his feet. Prince Brandon has hair as dark as the night sky. His eyes are the color of honey and he is tall. He must be 1,80, 15 centimeters bigger than me.
In the photo he was beside his parents: Queen Agatha and King Bernard.The prince had the most beautiful smile on his face. He looks like his mother. Queen Agatha really matches the meaning of her name: good, perfect, respectable and virtuous.
Interrupting my thoughts, Eloise said: - Hey, isn't he very handsome? - She spoke with a smile from ear to ear.
- Yes, he's handsome. Also, we have an explanation for that. The Queen is very beautiful. - I said while looking at the photo.
- I agree.
There was a silence, which was very strange.
- I heard that there might be a ball at the palace. - Eloise said, breaking that silence.
- Ah, don't even come to me with a prom. I'm already going crazy with Friday's. - I said showing my palm while I sat down. - Do you know what dress you are going with?
- Yes. Not really. I am in doubt between two. - she said, showing the number with his fingers. - Is that you?
- I haven't looked yet. - before she could ask to choose for me I said pointing to her: - and no, you can't choose for me.
She made a face.
- Ok, I got it. My style is too much for you. - She said, crossing her arms.
- Ah yes yes. - I said laughing.
- Talking about the prince, - Eloise said, as she sat down, - did you know he was kidnapped as a child?
Kidnapped? The prince? How was that possible? I was never one to follow the news about the royal family.
- No. How did you manage to kidnap the prince? - I said, frowning.
- Nobody knows. - She said, leaning towards me.
- Weird. I never heard of it.
- You don't follow, how do you want to know? - She said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
- Okay, okay. - I said raising my hands. - So, do you want to do something good?
- Only if we go for a walk around. - Eloise said, with a little smile and her head tilted to the side.
- Okay. I'm going to change clothes. - I said while getting up - Should we call Erik?
- NOT! Just the two of us. -She said with a frown.
- Okay...
Erik likes to annoy Eloise - which is pretty easy.
I changed and we spent the whole afternoon together. Was pretty cool. When we were thinking about going home, we saw an amusement park and we couldn't go back without riding in them. Eloise kept screaming when we were the roller coaster.
It was one of my favorite afternoons with my best friend Eloise.

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Mystery / ThrillerStubbornness, strength and courage. These three words define Camille Bittencourt, an English woman. On a certain day, Camille begins to receive mysterious letters with only drawings. She doesn't know who sends these letters to her, or who it could...