Chapter 6: The Princesses
A day later, we reached the royal palace. An old butler showed us to a sitting room where Dame Olga had me unload all of her grandchildren's gifts in a neat pile.
Dame Olga, Lady Olive, and Darla majestically reclined on lavish sofas, while I opted to stand unnoticed in a dark corner.
Suddenly, the door was flung open and four girls appeared in the room.
"Oh, Grandmum," one cried, "how perfectly wonderful that you are here!"
"And Aunt Olive," another shrieked, "we've missed you so."
The youngest girl threw her arms around her Darla, "Cousin Darla! I've been so excited ever since I learned you were planning a visit!"
The ladies all greeted each other with a confusion of delighted shrieks, tight hugs, and mindless chatter. All too soon the girls noticed me.
"Eww," one remarked with disgust, "what is that horrible thing in the corner, Grandmum?"
"This horrible thing," I said angrily, "just happens to be a person, you brat!"
Dame Olga slapped me hard. "Cora! You should be ashamed of yourself. Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness from the Princesses Gloria, Mae, Sylvia, and Iris."
"Why?" I said simply
"Because if you don't, we can and will have you arrested," the eldest, Princess Iris, replied hotly.
But Cora had already been forgotten in the midst of having spotted the gifts.
While the girls were occupied with opening the beautiful silks and furs, I took the time to study each one of them.
Princess Iris was about sixteen years old. She was fairly pretty, but that rabbit look was still noticeable. To me, she seemed vain and cruel, often harshly punishing maids.
Princess Sylvia was next in line. The very plump fifteen year old seemed to care most about food. Whenever a box of chocolates was opened, I noticed she squealed with more delight than her sisters did when they spotted a new pair of shoes. I found her to be very lazy.
After Princess Sylvia came a skinny girl of twelve. Princess Gloria was as thin as her sister was fat. She reminded me of a more intelligent version of Lady Olive, quickly estimating how much money each gown she opened cost.
The youngest of the four was Princess Mae. At age ten, she was the prettiest of the four. Brown ringlets angelically surrounded her face, but she was no angel. She yelled horridly when she did not get her own way.
Carefully observing them, I knew they would not be a joy to serve and could not help sighing over my new mistresses, attracting unwanted attention.
A/N: After about a year, I have finally decided I'm going to finish this story! This is a big surprise because I never finish anything. Truthfully, I already have a couple of more chapters written (and have for months ) but I have to enter it all into my computer. Still, if you have any ideas, I'd appreciate them!
Thanks ya'll Curly Q
And by the way, sorry for all the comments in the previous chapters about hating this story. As I reread them, I realized I sounded like a serious brat. It was tacky, I know and it would have really annoyed me if it was someone else's story. Sorry!