It feels as though I have just closed my eyes when an army of maids hurried into my room, equipped with everything from food, make up to a foot bath. I kind of tuned it all out. The rush of getting ready was all the same; the panic of my maids, the frantic hands that reached for me, the voices that muttered and whispered.
For the entirety of the morning, I am poked and prodded, shaved and scraped, plucked and creamed, massaged and bathed. It went on and on. My bath alone took at least two hours as I was lathered in so many different things.
The transition from morning monster to Princess is a funny thing to experience. Gradually, my hair starts to tame, my skin starts to glow and I swear at some point birds start to sing for me. I could say it was all me— it really wasn’t. It was the m
