Part-time Princess by Pamela DuMond

Author:Pamela DuMond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pamela DuMond Media

A half hour later, a shiny, black limo picked me up in the underground parking garage. A royal bodyguard opened the car’s back door for me while Papa and Carolina stood next to the valet stand and waved.

Papa pulled out his iPhone, snapped a few pictures and wiped away a tear. “Oh, honey. I haven’t felt this way since you went to Senior Prom.”

“Wish me luck,” I ducked into the limo. “I’m nervous.”

“They’re just royals,” Carolina said. “I’m squarely mid-list nobility—a duchess—but I know all about this stuff. They put on their lederhosen one leg at a time, just like the rest of us do. Imagine them naked should they get too pompous. That’s what I do. I apologize again about the strawberry dilemma.”

“No worries! Great advice, thank you! I’ll see you in a bit.” I practiced my princess wave on them.

“Not tonight, honey,” Papa said. “I’m taking my girl out for a night on the town. We’ll be back late—if we’re back at all.” He smiled at Carolina, completely smitten and kissed her on the lips.

If I really was Elizabeth I probably would have felt weird about my dad’s PDA. But I wasn’t and I didn’t—I just thought they were elegant and beautiful in that old-fashioned movie star kind of way. And yeah, he did look like George Clooney, and she resembled one of those ageless French model/actresses. I’m sure the deadly strawberry thing was simply a mistake—Duchess Carolina von Sauerhausen was growing on me.

“Text us and let us know how it goes,” Carolina said. “And I predict it’s all going to go fabulously.”

“If they give you any pompous shit,” Papa said, “remind them that our money can save their trees and lodges and chocolate factories from the theme park developers. Only if they get the deal done on time.”

“Huh?”

“Shh, David.” Carolina pinched his arm. “You can remind Elizabeth about that tomorrow. Just let her have fun tonight.”

“You’re right,” Papa said. “We’ll see you tomorrow my darling daughter.” He placed one hand to his lips and threw me a kiss.

I threw a kiss back to the both of them. Then tried to remember the last time anyone called me darling daughter and either of my parents tossed a kiss in my direction.

It had been a very, very long time.

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