Me and Cake spent all afternoon trying to get a dress that was just right. But there weren't any I liked cause Cake kept pulling out all the most girliest, ugliest, fru-frued ones ever! I was about to put my hat back on when Cake stopped me.
"Girl what are you doing?" She hissed, hands already up in the air. "You are accompanying a prince to a royal meeting with a king!"
"Pssh yeah! Gumball and Marshall Lee, but we're buds!"
"Fionna, take this seriously. This a job. It's not a picnic. You are being escorted on a political matter as a guard, neutralizer and a date."
"Cake, for the last time it's not a date!" I rolled my eyes for and faced our mirror. I guess I should look the part if I'm escorting a prince. And the white and gold dress would look nicer with my hair showing. "Ugh, okay fine. Do a thing with my hair then, Cake." She clapped her paws and dragged me to a chair.
"Ooh, trust me you'll look amazing once I do your hair and makeup, you'll look just like a princess!"
"Woah, hold the fudge up Cake! Makeup? Uh-uh. No. Negative. Nope. Don't get ahead of yourself. Don't you think I'm too young?" I saw her twist her mouth and sigh for like a whole minute through the mirror before rolling her eyes and giving in. Bullet dodged! "Cake, what are we gonna do about him?" I looked over at the boy eating at our table. He looked sweet, and heroic. Some of his hair still poked out from underneath his hat and I wanted to touch it. Touching his hair was like running your fingers through a really soft fluffy dog. No softer. And it was a really pretty blonde. And made my own hair look tacky and like noodles. I was about to get up when I got pushed back down.
"I told you not to worry about him. We'll ask Prince Gumball when he picks you up. It's almost time anyway."
"What? Oh my Glob, oh my glob, oh my glob, oh my glob!" I couldn't but shaking and flapping my hands. I got up and started running around.
"Girl, what are you, a bird? Or a human?" Cake crossed her arms and dropped a hip.
"I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I-I-I-I still need like my shoes. And a sword. Cake help me." I was about to start crying when there was a knock at the door. Cake walked slowly to the door and I ran to get shoes.
"She's right uhm" She noticed that I wasn't there. "Upstairs! I'll go get her! Take a seat if you'd like."
"Oh yes. Thank you Cake. Oh and Mr. Monochromicorn sent this note for you." He coughed and clapped, his signature move when he grew uncomfortable. Right now he was probably looking down and away. Then a polite smile. And a glance at the ceiling. And Cake would speak up right about now.
"Oh?" She was reading it. "Oh! Oh my." Given by both their reactions Mr. Monochromicorn sent another one of his letters that said everything you needed to know about their relationship. He was the silent type, but those were the kind you had to look out for. I figured now would be a good time to break the tension so I put on my shoes and started down the stairs. My heart was pounding like crazy and my legs were wobbley. As I lowered I slowly saw their faces. Cake's came out first since she was closer. She looked happy and made me feel better immediately! And the prince had on the prettiest smile He walked to the bottom of the stairs and held his arm out for me.
"Fionna, you look splendid! Very appropriate." He started for the door when I remembered the boy.
"Oh wait, what about him?" I pointed at the boy awkwardly sitting on the couch.
"Ah, yes! Worry not, we're taking him with us. The meeting takes place at my palace he'll be delivered behind us and rest comfortably with Peppermint Maid at his side." He clapped his hands twice and smiled at me and within a second two banana guards walked in and escorted him out. "Cake I'll bring her back before mindnight, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, we trust you Gummy." She opened the door for us and we stepped out.
In the sun light the gold glitter I had spread out on my dress sparkled I kinda wished I could see myself. I heard the click of a camera and looked up to see Gumball standing there, smiling. He'd taken a picture of me.
"Haha, sorry but I thought you might like to see yourself. You truly look gorgeous!" He held out his arm for me again. On the ride over I noticed every detail about what he wearing. The red tie and shoes. The gray pants and jacket with a lightly pink tinted shirt. The way he looked so formal and charming. And how we didn't match, in a weird way I was disappointed. We arrived at the palace where the guard once again escorted the boy away and I followed the prince. He took us down a path I'd never even known existed.
