As far as Lovina remembered, she and her sister had been best friends. They grew up in the castle together, discovered Lovina's 'talents' together, and spent every second together. They even shared a room… And those days were gone. Feliciana had changed. A lot. They still called the same castle home, but it was amazing how rarely they saw each other. It was always Feliciana and their father on one side, and Lovina and their mother on the other. And why not? Lovina's mom taught her to be a proper lady. Feliciana learned politics from her father. It suited them both; Feliciana was a tomboy while Lovina was more of a girly girl.
And today, it was Feliciana's coronation. Finally, she would be a queen, like her mom and sister. And once they were out of power, time would finally come for Feliciana to take over!
… You didn't read that, did you?
Never mind that.
Either way, Feliciana looked stunning. Draped in a sapphire gown, with matching gloves and silver heels, she looked gorgeous. Her auburn hair was pulled into a bun, and a light layer of lavender makeup was on her face. Tonight was her night. She was unstoppable.
She walked gracefully down the stairs, with the grace of a lion. The room was dark, but brilliant lights shone everywhere. Her older sister Lovina beamed at her. She looked just as beautiful as her sister, in an elegant red ball gown, ruby gloves and jet black heels.
"Feli! You look gorgeous!" Lovina said, using her old nickname for her sister.
"Yeah… same to you." Feliciana said, almost insincerely. But Lovina didn't mind. She had learned to take what she could with Feliciana. This was practically a compliment of the highest order.
"So, Feli, I was thinking we could-"Lovina began, but her sister had already wandered off. Where did she go?
"Lovina, could you make sure that the preparations for the celebrations are ready?" asked Alice, their mom. She looked almost nothing like her daughters with her pale skin and dark hair. The only thing they had in common were hazel eyes.
"Yes, ma'am." Lovina said quietly. The room for the celebration looked good so far. Delicious treats Lovina and Feliciana were normally not allowed to eat were all piled high on a table. Decorations such as balloons hung from the ceiling, looking like a freakish, beautiful storm. And in the middle of the room was a dance floor. Perfect for dancing. By then, Feliciana had returned.
"Look, Feli. A dance floor… and… is that pasta?" Lovina sighed. She knew Feliciana loved pasta. Lovina was more of a tomato person.
"Yeah."
"It's all just for you."
"Uh-huh." Feliciana said unusually brief. What was with her?