“ princess. Princess “ yelled my mum “ you are going to be late and also miss your flight and beside your fiancée is waiting for you”
“ coming down already mum” I said as I hurried down the stairs to see my mum shooting spears at me with her eyes and jasmine sitting down on the sofa smiling at me with her luggages beside her
“ sometimes between you Jasmine, I do wonder who is the male and who is the female. You tend to dress and take your time like a lady “
“ not my fault, you are to blame mum” I told her while walking towards Jasmine
“ how?, why am I to blame for always taking your time when dressing?” She asked
“ you are to blame because you gave me the name princess, how can you call a boy princess. So it ain’t my fault, I am just living by the name
