Elizabeth breathed a deep sigh and shut her door. She was in her old room. It brought back a lot of memories. Tonight she wanted to make a new memory. She opened the dress bag and found a dress fit for...
Fit for well a princess.
Elizabeth hung it up in the closet and went into the bathroom joining her and Jessica's old room. She hopped in the shower, she even used the bodywash and shampoo she found in the bag. It smelt of lavender and roses. So when she got out of the shower she felt like she was back in the garden at the chateau. She went back to her old room and slipped into the floor length dress. She turned to the mirror almost afraid to see herself. She gasped. The floor length midnight blue velvet dress clung to all her curves, even bringing out some she never knew she had. The dress was sleevelsss, the dress was tied behind her neck and left the back open. The body hugged every one on her curves like a second skin and just barely touched the ground. Elizabeth stared into her reflection.
Laurent was not exactly being subtle with her. This dress screamed royalty. She quickly took the dress off and laid it down on the bed. She couldn't wear that. Laurent was bound to be reconized and in that dress, well people talk and what happened eight years ago will become public. It was hard enough telling her family what happened. She grabbed a white terry cloth robe and went to the stairs from the top steps she could hear the interogration.
Laughter. Elizabeth blinked. Why laughter?
"That is quite amusing, sir." Laurent's voice rang out merrily.
"I've been gone for only 20 minutes and all the sudden Laurent and my father are friend?" She whispered. She had thought her dad would give Laurent a hard time. She should have left then and go and put on that blue princess dress but she continued to sit there and listen.
"So what are you doing here in sweet Valley? Hopefully not trying to steal my Elizabeth from me."
Laurent chuckled. "If lady luck is with me, then that exactly what I want to do. The last time I tried to marry her she ran back to Sweet Valley, so if I ask her here in Sweet Valley, where's she going to run to? France?"
Laughter was heard all around the room and Elizabeth felt her face flush. She stood up and went back into her room. And was greeted by that princess dress. That was the only dress she had here, and she didn't know anything about doing fancy dressy stuff.
A smile curled her lips. But she knew someone who did.
She went over to her door and went out back over to the stairs. She yelled from the top step. "Jess, I need you." Elizabeth shouted over the conversation down in the den. Laurent was talking about the Estate General* and the.... What Elizabeth heard was "blah blah blah" will I have to understand every little thing about politics when we are married? She wondered. She firmly shook her head. We ARE NOT getting married, she corrected her wayward thoughts.
"What did you need me for?" Jessica climbed the stairs, giving Elizabeth a break from her traitorious thoughts.
"Come and see what Laurent gave me." Elizabeth went back into her room and held up the amazing dress for Jessica's inspection.
"Oh My God, its absolutely stunning. Did-"
"Yes, he got it for me. It shocked me to the core."
"He isn't exactly being subtle is he? It looks like a dress."
"For a princess, I know." Elizabeth slumped down onto the bed and put her head into her hands.
"I know what you need me for." Jessica smiled and went into her room by the way of the bathroom. She emerged a moment later carrying a large make up kit and what looked like a suitcase.
Jessica's emgerency supply of make up and hair supplies.
"Jessica, you're only making me look presentable, you're not doing the hair and make up for the "Lady Marmalade" video." Elizabeth said dryly watching her demented twin sister set up her work place .
"No but I am doing the make up and hair of the next Princess de Sainte- Marie." She turned to Elizabeth blow dryer in one hand and a heavy duty comb.
Elizabeth groaned and muttered. "What in the hell have I gotten myself into?"
*20 minutes later*
What's taking so long? Laurent wondered silently as he made a quick glance at his digital watch. it was 6:00 and Jessica had been up there for quite a while. He was getting worried that they wouldn't be able to do what he wanted to do.
Jessica appeared at the enterence to the den. She whistled and was able to get everyones attention. " I have worked nonstop for the past 20 minutes and I want you all to see my finished product, my best work if you ask me." Jessica stood there for a moment then two.
"Hold this thought for a moment." She turned and voices could be heard at the top of the stairs. It went something like this:
Jessica I am not going downstairs looking like this.
Why not? This is my best work.
I look like you!
You look like a princess
I think that was the main idea of this dress.
It's something that JESSICA WAKEFIELD would wear, not ELIZABETH WAKEFIELD what would George think if he saw this?
Nothing he wouldn't reconize you. Now if you don't get your butt down there, then I will.
Fine.
Everyone turned as Elizabeth entered the den.
Fit for well a princess.
Elizabeth hung it up in the closet and went into the bathroom joining her and Jessica's old room. She hopped in the shower, she even used the bodywash and shampoo she found in the bag. It smelt of lavender and roses. So when she got out of the shower she felt like she was back in the garden at the chateau. She went back to her old room and slipped into the floor length dress. She turned to the mirror almost afraid to see herself. She gasped. The floor length midnight blue velvet dress clung to all her curves, even bringing out some she never knew she had. The dress was sleevelsss, the dress was tied behind her neck and left the back open. The body hugged every one on her curves like a second skin and just barely touched the ground. Elizabeth stared into her reflection.
Laurent was not exactly being subtle with her. This dress screamed royalty. She quickly took the dress off and laid it down on the bed. She couldn't wear that. Laurent was bound to be reconized and in that dress, well people talk and what happened eight years ago will become public. It was hard enough telling her family what happened. She grabbed a white terry cloth robe and went to the stairs from the top steps she could hear the interogration.
Laughter. Elizabeth blinked. Why laughter?
"That is quite amusing, sir." Laurent's voice rang out merrily.
"I've been gone for only 20 minutes and all the sudden Laurent and my father are friend?" She whispered. She had thought her dad would give Laurent a hard time. She should have left then and go and put on that blue princess dress but she continued to sit there and listen.
"So what are you doing here in sweet Valley? Hopefully not trying to steal my Elizabeth from me."
Laurent chuckled. "If lady luck is with me, then that exactly what I want to do. The last time I tried to marry her she ran back to Sweet Valley, so if I ask her here in Sweet Valley, where's she going to run to? France?"
Laughter was heard all around the room and Elizabeth felt her face flush. She stood up and went back into her room. And was greeted by that princess dress. That was the only dress she had here, and she didn't know anything about doing fancy dressy stuff.
A smile curled her lips. But she knew someone who did.
She went over to her door and went out back over to the stairs. She yelled from the top step. "Jess, I need you." Elizabeth shouted over the conversation down in the den. Laurent was talking about the Estate General* and the.... What Elizabeth heard was "blah blah blah" will I have to understand every little thing about politics when we are married? She wondered. She firmly shook her head. We ARE NOT getting married, she corrected her wayward thoughts.
"What did you need me for?" Jessica climbed the stairs, giving Elizabeth a break from her traitorious thoughts.
"Come and see what Laurent gave me." Elizabeth went back into her room and held up the amazing dress for Jessica's inspection.
"Oh My God, its absolutely stunning. Did-"
"Yes, he got it for me. It shocked me to the core."
"He isn't exactly being subtle is he? It looks like a dress."
"For a princess, I know." Elizabeth slumped down onto the bed and put her head into her hands.
"I know what you need me for." Jessica smiled and went into her room by the way of the bathroom. She emerged a moment later carrying a large make up kit and what looked like a suitcase.
Jessica's emgerency supply of make up and hair supplies.
"Jessica, you're only making me look presentable, you're not doing the hair and make up for the "Lady Marmalade" video." Elizabeth said dryly watching her demented twin sister set up her work place .
"No but I am doing the make up and hair of the next Princess de Sainte- Marie." She turned to Elizabeth blow dryer in one hand and a heavy duty comb.
Elizabeth groaned and muttered. "What in the hell have I gotten myself into?"
*20 minutes later*
What's taking so long? Laurent wondered silently as he made a quick glance at his digital watch. it was 6:00 and Jessica had been up there for quite a while. He was getting worried that they wouldn't be able to do what he wanted to do.
Jessica appeared at the enterence to the den. She whistled and was able to get everyones attention. " I have worked nonstop for the past 20 minutes and I want you all to see my finished product, my best work if you ask me." Jessica stood there for a moment then two.
"Hold this thought for a moment." She turned and voices could be heard at the top of the stairs. It went something like this:
Jessica I am not going downstairs looking like this.
Why not? This is my best work.
I look like you!
You look like a princess
I think that was the main idea of this dress.
It's something that JESSICA WAKEFIELD would wear, not ELIZABETH WAKEFIELD what would George think if he saw this?
Nothing he wouldn't reconize you. Now if you don't get your butt down there, then I will.
Fine.
Everyone turned as Elizabeth entered the den.
