"OK Rose,-"
"It's Rosemarie. Rosemarie Mazur," She corrected her mother.
"Not anymore. Your Rose Hathaway, and you better start getting used to it. What's your back story?"
"Rose Hathaway, 17, born and raised in Seattle. Normal american teenager. Father moved here for business. Best private school we could find. Yadayadayada." Rosemarie said sounding bored of the conversation. One they'd had several times.
Janine shook her head at her daughter, tired of arguing with her. "You want to blend in? Lose the accent," her mother said harshly before leaving the room.
Rosemarie Mazur sat in the headmistresses office, beside her stood a very tall russian man. She could not remember his first name, it was something Belikov. She'd seen him quite a few times when her father wanted to make a business trip outside of the country. He was hired when she was fourteen. He was twenty-one, and part of her fathers royal guard. Now he was here, posing as an instructor for her own personal protection. Her father's orders of course.
"How exactly do you lose an accent?" Rosemarie said turning towards the tall russian man.
"I don't think you're asking the right person," he replied in a thick russian accent.
"Of course," Rosemarie laughed.
Surely it couldn't be too hard, she was fluent in five languages. She tried to remember the way her mother spoke to her. "You want to blend in? Lose the accent,"she spoke out loud forgetting she was not alone in the room.
A small chuckle reminded her otherwise. "Your a natural Princess," Belikov spoke.
She smiled at his approval, wondering how long she would be kept in this room. Twenty minutes went by before her mother returned to the room.
"You're going to be living with a dorm mate, she's coming in a few minutes to meet you. Don't blow this." Janine said looking directly at Rosemarie.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and in entered the headmistress, a girl, and two rather large men.
The girl was tall, with striking green eyes and platinum blonde hair. When the green eyes and hazel eyes made eye contact both girls smiled and curtseyed at each other.
"Princess Rosemarie Mazur," the girl said.
"Princess Vasilisa Dragomir," Rosemarie spoke before the girls ran towards each other and hugged.
"You said they didn't know each other," Janine said looking at the headmistress.