Chapter 4

Asha

After five minutes of jumping around with Matt, we got in our "business" mode. We made lists, charts, and other stuff to help us find Jennifer the perfect prince. We showed her the finished project. She just laughed hysterically, which made me pretty mad. I mean, I had just spend thirty minutes of my life, trying to find her a guy. And does she do anything for me? No, she just laughs in my face about it. I was just about to give her a piece of my mind, when mom and dad - AKA the king and queen - entered the room.

Mom spoke up first. "Hello, my darling daughters. How are you feeling today?" Giving us no time to answer she continued on. "Well, it's certainly a beautiful day today. I hope you all go outside..."

We all rolled our eyes at mom's "good morning" speech. Finally she trailed off noticing Lord Phillip Deveroe. But, of course, she had no idea who he was. Things are going to get interesting around here, I thought evily to myself.

Lord Deveroe walked up to where my parents where sitting and bowed. "My queen and king. I would like to introduce myself. I am Lord Phillip Deveroe."

My parents sat there shocked. Not that I blamed them. When I found out who Lord Phillip was, I almost fell over. But then I got distracted by his hotness...

My father recovered first. "Lord Deveroe. I hope you enjoy your stay in Bromissia. We weren't expecting you for another month, so your rooms aren't done yet. You can stay in the wing by my daughters."

Samantha gasped and started yelling. "How could you let him stay here? He's ruining my life-our lives! And you expect us to treat him like a guest?" After that little outbreak she stomped out of the room.

My mom tried to apologize for Sam's "erratic" behaviour, but I don't think that bothered Lord Deveroe very much. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. He wasn't doing a very good job of it, though.

Dad asked Matt to show Lord Deveroe where he would be staying. Of course, Matt complied. I mean, it's not like he could say no to the queen and king. The two of them left, followed by Lord Deveroe's servants. Then we were forced out to make our guest feel more welcome. Welcome, my butt! Lord Deveroe needed no welcoming from us.

Later on that day, Bethany, Jennifer, and I were just laying around on my bed guessing what had really went on between Samantha and Phillip, when Sam (who else could it have been) came in. Apparently, she had heard part of what we had been saying and went on the defense. She finally calmed down long enough to tell us what had actually happened. And while her story wasn't as romantic or glamorous as I wished, it was still pretty funny.

"Sammie, I think you like this guy," Jennifer finally spoke up.

Sam looked shocked. "I-I...WHAT? You think I like him? He's trying to take over the kingdom, incase you haven't noticed. We haven't exactly been the greatest of friends either."

Silently, I agreed with Jennifer, but I didn't feel like getting attacked by Sam. So I decided to change the subject.

"Who do you guys think I should marry?" At their groans I frowned. "No one likes me! I don't even look like you guys!"

Everyone tells me I'm the prettiest out of all of us, but I sure don't believe them. I have dark skin - my mom had an affair with the king of India during a rough patch with dad. Ever since they had me, their marriage has been picture perfect. I'm 17 - the youngest child in our family.

"Asha, you're gorgeous," Beth said.

Sam and Jennifer agreed with her. Then they started choosing guys for me to marry. They were choosing some of the grossest guys ever, when I came up with a brilliant plan (if I do say so myself).

"How about we throw a ball? We can meet all the available royals and choose one there!" At their skeptical faces, I went on describing it. "It can be a three-day thing! On the last night, we can announce our decisions."

"Ok, Asha, we'll do it for you." Sam rolled her eyes. Jennifer and Bethany were pretty excited though. They like to do these things.

We started talking about what dresses to wear to the ball.

"I hate to burst your bubbles, but you might want to ask mom and dad if we can even have this shindig," Sam said.

"Oh my gosh! I forgot about them! Let's go ask." Bethany and Jennifer ran off towards the throne room, while Sam and I stayed in my bedroom. She started to leave, but I grabbed her arm. There was something I needed to figure out for myself.

"Samantha, look me in the eyes."

Sam rolled her eyes at me, but surprisingly complied. "Now what?" she asked impatiently.

"Do you like Lord Deveroe?" I'd been wondering this the whole day, and if Sam's reaction was any indication, I'd say she liked him. She denied it at first, but finally she said she did. I started squealing. "I knew it! I knew it!" I started singing.

"Asha! Shut up! He might hear you!" Sam tried to cover my mouth, but I ran out of the room and into the hallway, continuing my chant. I heard Samantha behind me, muttering evil things to do to me under her breath. Finally, I ran in front of Lord Deveroe's door. Sam ran even faster, because I was yelling even louder. I looked behind me to see Lord Deveroe and Samantha collide when he stepped outside his door. Sam sent an evil glare. I ran off towards the throne room, deciding that saving my butt was worth more than seeing the outcome of this little incident...

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