"Milady, where have you been!?" Anya exclaimed. Anya had been Glinda's nanny when she was younger and she was now Glinda's lady's maid.
"I'm sorry Anya, I lost track of time at the hospital."
"You shouldn't be working there." Anya complained. Glinda rolled her eyes; she'd heard this before. "It's not right for a princess to work in a hospital."
"I want to show the people I care." Glinda said, stepping behind the screen and taking her maid's uniform off.
"I still don't think it's right." Anya said. Glinda chuckled.
"Can you pass me my outfit?" The princess asked. A moment later Glinda's white dress came sailing over the screen. Glinda caught it and slipped into it. "Now the jacket." Anya tossed that over. Glinda had never liked anyone dressing her. She put the jacket on then stepped out from behind the screen. "Come on, Anya, let's do my hair." Glinda said, sitting at her mirror. The older women took out the curling iron and began making Glinda's slightly wavy hair, very curly. "That's good, thank you." Anya turned the iron off and Glinda started to apply her makeup. When she was done she got up and slipped on her white heels. Then she turned to Anya.
"Well, what do you think?" She asked, spinning around.
"Oh milady." Anya sighed. Glinda was wearing a white dress. The skirt was ruffled and fell a little past her knees. The jacket was also white with a collar the edges sparkled. And to top it off, part of her curly
hair was pulled back . "You look beautiful." The lady's maid told her.
"Thank you." Glinda smiled and admired herself in the mirror for a moment. She glanced at Anya in the mirror and she saw the older woman was tearing up. She turned around.
"Anya, what on earth's the matter?"
Anya sniffed. "It's just, looking at you I still see the little baby that I met all those years ago." At her words, Glinda had shed a few tears as well.
"Oh Anya," Glinda flung her arms around her former nurse, which was returned with a full heart. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too, dear."
They just held the embrace for a few more moments before Glinda broke it.
"I should go, the tournament's going to start soon and Father will kill me if I'm late"
"You're right, just remember, when you need a nurse for your children, send me a letter and I'll be there in a jiffy."
Glinda laughed. "That won't happen for a long time."
"You are getting married and-"
"Ok, Anya, you can stop right there." Glinda interrupted, her face turning red.
Anya laughed. "I'm sorry, but it's true. Don't hesitate to write."
"I will, I promise."
"Good. Now, let's get you to the arena."
Anya followed Glinda to the king's box. Suddenly, the princess stopped.
"What's wrong?" Anya asked.
"Anya, I can't do this." Glinda shook her head. "I can't. I know, I said I could, but I can't." Glinda was shaking. Anya put her around her.
"You are one of the strongest girls I know, my love. You can do this." Anya whispered. Glinda hugged her.
Glinda's mother had died when Glinda was six. She vaguely remembered her and from what she could remember her mother hadn't really been much of a mother. Anya had always been there for her and she didn't know where she would be without her.
"How will I do without you?" Glinda asked, whipping her eyes.
"You will do brilliantly," Anya replied. "You will be a wonderful wife and mother, but never hesitate to write to me. I'll be there whenever you need me."
"Thank you." She choked out.
"You're more than welcome, dearest. Now, come on." Anya pushed the doors in front of her open and Glinda stepped out.