*Okay. I'm on another writing kick, in-between studying, of course.*
-In my room, that afternoon-
I've only been to the palace a few times. I've only seen my father's room. Of course, at the time, I thought he lived there because he got a bit over the top in the wine department at night, and he didn't want to go anywheres but to an immediate bed.
So I never really guessed that he lived here EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR, until I found out.
But my room is very cool. I prefer my room at home, but this on is HUGE. It's a little over half of the size of the ENTIRE LOFT.
My bed is really big. If I lay down at the very top of it, there is still room for Lilly coming directly at my feet. I don't know how I'm going to sleep in that. The sheets must be hand made, because I've never ever seen anything quite as long as that. I bet half of Genovia works in a factory making sheets for this house.
It also has a canopy, a hugeamungeous canopy. It covers the entire bed, and there it a rod going all the way around so that a curtain can go around. For privacy, I guess. Lilly doesn't like that, she says it makes her feel closed in, even if the curtain isn't around it. She refused to sleep in her room because it had one, and the head maid set up another room. A much bigger room than the other one, we noticed. With a sitting area.
Then in the corner is a large desk with writing supplies in it, and a computer with constant internet. The palace has it's own server. I checked to see if Michael was online, but he wasn't. There is a big chair, upholstered to match the drapes and the bedspread....and the tapestry on the wall.
On the other side of the bed, after a few hundered feet (it feels like it), there is a comfy couch, a coffee table, two chairs on either ends (with matching ottomans), and a TV stand.
There's one window, and it's a tall one. It has a window seat.
Lilly's room is about the same size. The only difference is that her's is done in blue and practically everything is velvet.
We had dinner. Boy, was that....interesting. Lilly was accustomed to being served by a maid, and I guess I was too. Not to this extent. There were men in fancy suits there to do just about anything there for us. They pulled out our seats, they put our napkins on our laps, THEY SALTED OUR MEALS! And funniest of all, when we pulled apart our crusty rolls, they took out little brushes and took off all the crumbs.
Lilly got annoyed. You could see it in her eyes. First she had to get changed for dinner, into dress clothes. That wouldn't be so bad if our rooms weren't on an entirely different floor from the kitchen.
Her face was very red from all that walking and walking. And she wasn't wearing anything too fancy. Just a new pair of blue pants and a longsleeve shirt.
She muttered to me "Damn stairs."
"I guess you'll come prepared next time, Lilly." Grandmere said.
"Yes, Mrs. Renaldo." Score one to Lilly! She is fully aware that my grandmother is a royal. She just refuses to call anyone who isn't elected into their position in a democratic manner anything but Mr., or Mrs, as the tale unfolds.
You could see how unhappy Grandmere was with that. She just ordered a sidecar for now and some Alka-Seltzer tablets for after dinner.
-That evening-
I had to go dress shopping with Grandmere. She wants to pick out a sophisticated, yet elegant dress for the event. She said the right kind of dress can make you look shorter, taller, skinnier, and bigger busted. Lilly didn't go. She's going to use the time to go to go on the internet and do some research for her book.
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly.
We got the most beautiful dress, aside from the Wanda the good witch dress from Halloween. It was bright blue, slinky with spagetti straps. There were little pink flowers on the end, to look as if they'd fallen there. Grandmere bought it for me. There was a built in bra but Grandmere said I need all the support I can get, so she bought me a new one.
Thanks Grandma, I already know how much I lack in that field, I don't need you getting on my back about it.
-In my room, that afternoon-
I've only been to the palace a few times. I've only seen my father's room. Of course, at the time, I thought he lived there because he got a bit over the top in the wine department at night, and he didn't want to go anywheres but to an immediate bed.
So I never really guessed that he lived here EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR, until I found out.
But my room is very cool. I prefer my room at home, but this on is HUGE. It's a little over half of the size of the ENTIRE LOFT.
My bed is really big. If I lay down at the very top of it, there is still room for Lilly coming directly at my feet. I don't know how I'm going to sleep in that. The sheets must be hand made, because I've never ever seen anything quite as long as that. I bet half of Genovia works in a factory making sheets for this house.
It also has a canopy, a hugeamungeous canopy. It covers the entire bed, and there it a rod going all the way around so that a curtain can go around. For privacy, I guess. Lilly doesn't like that, she says it makes her feel closed in, even if the curtain isn't around it. She refused to sleep in her room because it had one, and the head maid set up another room. A much bigger room than the other one, we noticed. With a sitting area.
Then in the corner is a large desk with writing supplies in it, and a computer with constant internet. The palace has it's own server. I checked to see if Michael was online, but he wasn't. There is a big chair, upholstered to match the drapes and the bedspread....and the tapestry on the wall.
On the other side of the bed, after a few hundered feet (it feels like it), there is a comfy couch, a coffee table, two chairs on either ends (with matching ottomans), and a TV stand.
There's one window, and it's a tall one. It has a window seat.
Lilly's room is about the same size. The only difference is that her's is done in blue and practically everything is velvet.
We had dinner. Boy, was that....interesting. Lilly was accustomed to being served by a maid, and I guess I was too. Not to this extent. There were men in fancy suits there to do just about anything there for us. They pulled out our seats, they put our napkins on our laps, THEY SALTED OUR MEALS! And funniest of all, when we pulled apart our crusty rolls, they took out little brushes and took off all the crumbs.
Lilly got annoyed. You could see it in her eyes. First she had to get changed for dinner, into dress clothes. That wouldn't be so bad if our rooms weren't on an entirely different floor from the kitchen.
Her face was very red from all that walking and walking. And she wasn't wearing anything too fancy. Just a new pair of blue pants and a longsleeve shirt.
She muttered to me "Damn stairs."
"I guess you'll come prepared next time, Lilly." Grandmere said.
"Yes, Mrs. Renaldo." Score one to Lilly! She is fully aware that my grandmother is a royal. She just refuses to call anyone who isn't elected into their position in a democratic manner anything but Mr., or Mrs, as the tale unfolds.
You could see how unhappy Grandmere was with that. She just ordered a sidecar for now and some Alka-Seltzer tablets for after dinner.
-That evening-
I had to go dress shopping with Grandmere. She wants to pick out a sophisticated, yet elegant dress for the event. She said the right kind of dress can make you look shorter, taller, skinnier, and bigger busted. Lilly didn't go. She's going to use the time to go to go on the internet and do some research for her book.
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly.
We got the most beautiful dress, aside from the Wanda the good witch dress from Halloween. It was bright blue, slinky with spagetti straps. There were little pink flowers on the end, to look as if they'd fallen there. Grandmere bought it for me. There was a built in bra but Grandmere said I need all the support I can get, so she bought me a new one.
Thanks Grandma, I already know how much I lack in that field, I don't need you getting on my back about it.
