"Package for Renee Swan." said the massager that has been coming to my house every week since my 11th birthday.
In those days I was know a princess Isabelle Swan. On February 19 my once farther King Charlie had a royal decree sent out as a divorce to my mother once the Queen of the Charlie kingdom.
So now I live with my mother in the small town of Lilminer. The massager was here to give a weekly allowance that had been agreed on the day of the divorce.
As my mom got the door while I starter to read a letter from King Charlie...
Dear Isabelle,
I know that you don't know this but when your mom and I got the divorce we made an agreement that you didn't know about. It said that would spent your 16th birthday with me at the castle. We will have all the princes and princesses from all the neighboring kingdoms. My carriage will pick you up on the 4th.
Love King Charlie Swan
This was bad very bad it was the 3ed and I only had one day to pack. Also I HATTED BALLS. I hate them I hate them I hate them." Mom I have a big problem!" I yelled scaring the massager off.
"What is it ."she asked interested in the piece of thick expansive paper. I handed her the paper. Her eyes flooded anger as her eyes skimmed the paper. "Oh, that is a problem." I flew out of me chair.