Grooming For Prince Charming

Chapter 4

You could send the guards. My heart yearned to say but remember I had to change, I changed my thoughts.

“Pheww” I exhaled as he left. The weather was so cool but staying in the room with him sent down a new form of heat into every part of my body.

I hurriedly changed into the dress. I was careful with it as it was a little bit tight. It was so beautiful and I would love to wear it. Any woman would love to wear it though. There was just this difference and uniqueness in it that would make anyone fall in love with it.

I waited for him for a while and tried to endure the pain the cloth caused me. I decided to take a look at the palace from the Prince's room. Every part of it was beautiful and then, my eyes fell on the garden.

What a beauty to behold! It was a beauty to behold not until I saw my Prince with a woman, deeply kissing her like it was his last kiss. He did not care if anyone was looking at him or not, he kissed her violently as his life depended on it. Although I could not see her face, I knew it was the same girl from the morning. The one he was making out with.

I felt shattered. I felt broken. Here I was waiting for my Prince Charming and there he was, romancing another lady. Not even one with dignity, a common maid. Was I that bad for him to see? I sat on the bed with tears gently rolling from my eyes.

At this point, I was confused. I didn’t know if to love my mother for sending me to the royal family to enjoy the good side of life or hate her for sending me to a man whom I did not love. It was so painful. Just then, the door opened. I hurriedly wiped off my face because I did not want anyone to know about it.

“Wow, the dress looks so good on you. You will be the talk of the town. You look so beautiful in it” He smiled.

“I can’t wear it. It is too tight” I explained, hiding the pain I felt. I could not tell if it was the pain from the cloth or the pain from the sight I beheld.

“Well, I don’t care. All that matters is you put on that dress “He sat on the bed.

“I can’t wear this, it is too t-i-g-h-t” I stressed so he could hear me right, perhaps he did not hear me the last time.

“As I said, you need to look different, I don’t know how but you must wear the dress or nothing else” He paused. “Dinner is a short time from now. You would like to freshen up, won't you?” He smiled.

I froze on the spot. Those words made me freeze. Was that how inconsiderate he was? All for his selfish interest, I should wear a very tight fitted dress? But then, his smile defrosts my frozen heart. How could he be so cute?

Mother, I hate you.