CHAPTER TWENTY
It was the day of the tea party, a couple of hours before it would start. Tatiana was being dressed and packed by the Tailor and other makeup artists in her room. They started at six in the morning but ended at eleven at noon.
The preparation for the tea party lasted for a long time and she was being dressed as if it was a large event. She had not even eaten breakfast yet and she was starving.
“Chin up, your highness,” the tailor said, “this may just be a tea party, but it is an event that many powerful women will attend. This will be a battle of dresses and appearances.”
“I don’t think I want to take part in that—” the princess paused and looked at the tailor through the mirror.
“Manuel,” the tailor said, “my name is Manuel, your highness.”
Even his name is manly, Ta
