“Right, I guess I don’t have to come too,” I mumbled.
“Don’t sound so sad. I’ll choose to stay in bed any day than go out to meet all the random people that mum and dad want me to meet,” she said before she giggled.
Her giggling ended up in rough coughs that made me believe that she may not need to pretend to be sick in order to stay in bed.
“You should get in bed. You’ll sleep in my room tonight, right?” I asked while still feeing uneasy.
“Yup, and you’ll sleep in mine. When morning comes, you’ll be Diana and I’ll be Dahlia,” she said before winking at me.
…
“You look exactly like a princess in this dress. I knew that it would look perfect on you, but this just exceeded my expectations!” my mother exclaimed.
Life as Diana meant waking up extra early and getting dolled up. The d
