"Do you enjoy the white flowers or the purple flowers more?" Queen Amaryllis asks me.
I snap out of my daze and look at the flowers she had brought before me. "I like them both," I tell her. "Can we do a mixture of both?"
"That's a wonderful idea!" she exclaims, waving off the servant who brought them in. "We can combine them and put them all over the main hall!"
I find myself staring out the window for much of the afternoon. The sun that once set high over the sky is brightly illuminating the office we sit in as it sets. I feel my stomach start to growl, and watch as the Queen goes through a list of events that will be needed for the party.
"My coming out was much simpler than this," she tells me. "Though it normally happens when the princess is at a younger ag
