Royal Crown_From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess by Meg Cabot

Author:Meg Cabot [Cabot, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B078X1WCB5
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Published: 2018-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

Tuesday, December 29

4:45 P.M.

High Tea

Royal Genovian Gardens

I’m not going to say that today was the worst day ever, because I’ve definitely had worse. There was that day back at my old school in New Jersey when Annabelle Jenkins punched me in the face for no reason. (Well, it turned out there was a reason, but not a reason that made sense to anyone but Annabelle Jenkins.)

That was worse.

Today was close, however. No one punched me in the face, but having to babysit one toddler, twin infants, a spoiled little prince, AND Lady Luisa felt a lot like getting punched in the face.

Especially the Lady Luisa part. I’ve always known she had problems. Why else would she constantly tell me I’m immature and ask me all the time if she can borrow a tampon when she knows I don’t have one? That is not the behavior of a self-loving individual. I’ve always known that that is the behavior of a person with issues.

But what I did not know was that she was completely and totally irresponsible and also possibly a criminal.

But I sure found out today, when I came back from my gown fitting.

Sebastiano has really outdone himself this time. No orange elephants. The dress he’s made for me is of pure cream-colored silk, cinched in at the waist with a full ball-gown skirt and tiny off-the-shoulder puffed sleeves, so light and airy that I don’t just look like a princess in it: I look like a fairy princess, but one of those cool ones who cast spells.

I found everyone sitting in an exhausted heap around the pool … everyone except for Luisa and the duke.

Prince Gunther’s game of water polo had apparently tired out even the Marquis of Tottingham, who’s been known to go for thirty-six hours without sleeping, thanks to the number of energy drinks he regularly consumes, even though Mia says those are quite bad for children.

“Where are Luisa and the duke?” I asked.

Nishi lifted a drowsy head. Amazingly, Baby Prince Frank was dozing happily in her arms, having finally been lulled to sleep by a now completely hoarse Victorine.

“I saw them going into the palace a little while ago,” Nishi said. “I think they said they were hungry and were going to get a snack.”

The day Lady Luisa Ferrari says she’s hungry is the day I’ll join the Stockerdörfl ski team. She’s been on a diet since she was six years old, thanks to unhealthy body images she’s picked up from all her grandmother’s European fashion magazines.

“I believe Lady Luisa and the duke may have gotten lost on their way to the kitchens,” Grandmère said, as she burped a recently fed Baby Princess Elizabeth. “Perhaps you and Prince Khalil ought to go look for them, Olivia, and help them find their way back here.”

Prince Khalil and I were only too happy to do so, since this meant we finally got a little alone time together.

We just never expected to find Luisa and the duke doing … well, what they were doing.

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