A/N: ha! it's the shorter version! but id did update in less than 5 hours of the last one! (truthfully, i had this chapter written for a while ;p)

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When I Became a Princess...

Chapter 10

BPOV Saturday

I awoke upon a mass of blankets on the floor in front of my TV. It was on some random station. Rose lay next to me half-asleep.

I decided to let her sleep in a bit and make breakfast. I opened my fully stocked fridge and pulled out all of the necessary ingredients for a bountiful breakfast.

I hummed tunelessly as I scrambled eggs and flipped pancakes.

Once I was about halfway done, Rose woke up and stumbled into the kitchen. "Morning," she mumbled.

I smiled. "Help yourself to any food you want."

She nodded and filled a plate with food and started making some coffee.

"I'm so tiered," she mumbled.

"We were up pretty late," I agreed.

"Thanks for letting me sleep in and making food."

"We have to eat something, don't we?"

She laughed groggily and nodded. "Yeah." She put a big forkful of pancakes smothered in syrup into her mouth. She moaned and swallowed slowly. "Those are good. Where did you learn to cook like that?" she asked.

I laughed. "I used to cook for my father and me all the time. He couldn't cook if his life depended on it. And one time when he did try to cook, he burned the house down."

"Seriously?"

I smiled nodding. "Yeah."

She laughed and stuffed more food into her mouth.

We quickly finished our food and started cleaning up the dishes.

"Bella?" she asked curiously.

"Hmm?" I didn't look up from the plate I was currently scrubbing.

"Can I look through your closet? I got a skirt yesterday and I don't have a shirt that matches it."

"Sure." I shrugged. I didn't mind.

"Thanks." She finished drying a plate and placed in the cupboard. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I called for she was already out of the room.

I finished washing the dishes and was already putting them away when Rose scrambled back into the room, panting.

"I…didn't…know…you…had…this…"

"What?" I asked.

She slowed her breathing down and held up a garment bag. She then proceeded to unzip it. "This." She gestured to a magnificent dress that came out.

"I didn't know I had it."

She looked like her eyes might fall out and roll on the floor. She looked totally skeptical. "You…didn't know you owned…a one of a kind Chanel dress."

I shrugged. "I didn't know I had one either."

"Can…can I touch it?"

I tried hard not to laugh and nodded for fear I would giggle.

She stroked the fabric gently. "It's so…pretty," she murmured.

I couldn't help but giggle a little. It was just a dress…

Rose didn't even respond to my escaping laughs.

"C'mon, let's go get dressed."

She nodded absentmindedly and I rolled my eyes, dragging her to my closet.

"Let's put the dress up," I told her like I was talking to a child. I gently took the dress from her grasp when she snapped out of it.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly.

"It's okay," I laughed.

"Here, I already chose an outfit for you." She gestured to some clothes and accessories on the ground.

"I'm starting to regret introducing you to Alice," I muttered.

She shot me a glare but smiled. "Hurry up and get dressed – I found you the perfect outfit." She then left the closet holding her skirt and one of my shirts.

I rolled my eyes and slipped the clothes on.

I now wore a dark wash denim mini-skirt and a blue fitted V-neck blouse. I felt exposed with the amount of skin the mini-skirt was showing. I tried to pull it down but then it would show the top of my underwear. Frustrated, I tried to get the skirt to cooperate. Once I realized that was hopeless, I slid on the black four-inch spike high-heels with gray bows on the heels.

I wobbled a bit once I stood up but eventually caught my balance. I then placed a heart necklace with matching earrings on that Rose also set out for me.

I stumbled out of the closet to see Rose in a black and white plaid skirt with a fitted red top.

"You look so hot, Bella!" Rose squealed.

I rolled my eyes. How could she possibly say that when her being in the same room lowers my self-esteem? "Sure," I scoffed. "How about yourself? You look drop-dead gorgeous."

She smiled. "You do look pretty, Bella."

I sighed but decided that this wasn't an argument I wanted to have.

Rose grabbed her purse and I slung my blue one over my shoulder when there was a pounding at my door.

"BELLA! ROSE!" I could hear someone screaming.

Rose and I quickly – as quick as possible in heels, that is – rushed to the door.

There on the doorstep panting her lungs out, was Angela.

"No time…to talk…," she panted. "Follow me, quickly," she said once she caught her breath.

I looked to Rose and saw that her worried expression mirrored mine.

Angela quickly led us to the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby/first floor.

"What's wrong?" Rose asked, beating me to it.

Angela shook her head. "Ally…," she mumbled. "Price Ed-"

She was then interrupted by the ding of the elevator.

"C'mon – no time to waste." Angela pulled us out of the elevator and into a crowd around the principal, Mrs. Williams, and Ally.

"Miss Ally! Stop right now!" I heard Mrs. Williams yell.

We pushed past whispering people to get a better view. Rose forced our way to the middle of the throng to see the principal and several teachers restraining a very mad Ally. She was struggling in front of a pair of doors guarded by two bodyguard looking people dressed in black and the traditional sunglasses. They were big muscled and intimidating.

"NO!" Ally yelled as she struggled. "I SAW HIM!"

I heard murmurs all around me wondering whom Ally had seen.

Mrs. Williams struggled until she held Ally's arms firmly behind her back. "Ally, I have to ask you to stop," she said firmly.

Ally was panting hard now and her face was a bright over-exhausted red. "I need…to…meet him…"

"No one shall see him momentarily except for Miss Swan," Mrs. Williams told her.

Ally somehow knew exactly where I was in the crowd and glared a harsh glare to me. "Why does that bitch get to see him?"

I was partially shocked and let the "bitch" comment slide considering her temper tantrum was pretty amusing. My mind was flying with reasons why only I could see "him" and why Ally would want to see said person so badly she needed to be restrained.

"Language!" Mrs. Williams scolded.

Ally huffed but still couldn't move. "Psst! Lauren!" she whisper-yelled loud enough for everyone to hear.

Lauren was starring at Ally with a horrified expression on her face that seemed to scream 'Why are committing social suicide?!'

"Lauren!" Ally whispered a bit louder.

"What?" she mumbled, a bit afraid.

"Help me! Edward Cullen is in there!" She gestured to the closed doors she was in front of.

Lauren's eyes widened just like every other person.

"EDWARD!" everyone seemed to shriek in unison. The crowd tried to stampede past the teachers, as I stood frozen in place.

"Bella!" Rose shook my shoulder.

I slowly attempted to back out of the crowd.

In a quick motion, Rose and Angela gripped my wrists.

"Oh no you don't…" Angela sang.

I gulped as they pulled me to the front of the crowd.

Rose shoved and yelled at the people in her way and they were happy to move – no one wants an angry Rosalie.

"Mrs. Williams!" Rose yelled.

The principal wearily turned at the sound of her name. I could see wisps of her hair falling out of her bun and her glasses were perched crookedly upon her nose. I could see her wrinkles making her look older and exhausted.

Rose and Angela pushed me forward into the bubble of space around the double doors that was constantly shrinking with overexcited girls.

Mrs. Williams smiled at me and gestured for me to go toward the two bodyguard looking men standing in front of the wooden doors.

The crowd of screaming girls hushed, eager to see what would happen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as the two men looked down at me. Searching…

"Are you Isabella?" the one on the right asked.

"E-excuse me?" I chocked past a growing lump in my throat. I tried to swallow it down again.

The one on the left sighed a bit but the one on the right, the one that first spoke, continued.

"Are you Isabella Marie Swan, Princess of France?"

I blushed. "Yes," I mumbled.

Loud gasps could be heard from every direction. I felt like they were cornering me.

The bodyguards looked to Mrs. Williams and she nodded in confirmation.

"You little whore!" Ally yelled.

The man on the right took his sunglasses off and held his hands behind his back professionally. "If there is a verbal abuse problem, the royal family won't hesitate to take it to a court."

Ally paled and her eyes bulged. She looked like a fish with her mouth opening and closing, trying to thing of something to say. She finally clasped a hand over her open mouth.

I laughed to myself.

The men smiled at me as the one on the left opened the door and the other one gestured for me to advance.

I returned their smile but I felt anything but happy. My heart thundered a panicked beat in my chest. My breathing was coming closer to gasps.

Little by little and step-by-step, I walked into the room.

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