Chapter 11
It's the night of the ball. Tess and I have applied skin-creame to our skin, and dabbed pink powder onto our cheeks. (Although Tess only a small dab, she doesn't need much.) We've outlined our eyes in kohl and applied rouge to our lips. Last night we had a huge bath and soaped our skin thoroughly. The results have payed off and we both look gorgeous! Tess slips on her gown and she helps me slip on mine. "Time to accessorise!" Me and Tess combed our hair 100 strokes last night, apparently it's good for your hair, so we don't need to waist time faffing on that. Tess starts on my hair but I stop her. "Tess, at special occasions like this, we need pro's to do our hair!" I ring a bell and a special hairdressers comes bounding up the stairs and into my room. She pins Tess's tumbling, ringlet-hair into a flower bun, and let's a few ringlets fall at the side of her face. Finally, for the last touch, she tucks a daffodil behind her ear."I have a special hair do for you, your highness." She slips on a studded, glass crown onto my head and starts plaiting around it. It's like the crown is part of my hair now. The rest of my hair is left tumbling down. "It's perfect, I gasp." Before I go, I slip on a pair of smooth, elbow-length princess gloves and Tess grabs a fan.
We leave the room, buzzing with excitement. "I'm so nervous. My first time in the grand hall, amongst the royals." I chuckle. "They don't bite, just gossip." We reach the top of the stairs, at the bottom is a huge, decorated ball. Streamers hang from the wall, a multi-coloured chandelier hangs from the wall, decorations are lain across the dance floor. "It's magnificent!" Tess breathes. "Wait till you see the dining room." An old man calls out names of random dukes and duchesses. "Hey! Do you think the Duke Charles is here?" I whisper. Tess giggles. "Not after you blew him off like that."
"What's your name Madame?" The man asks Tess. "Err, Tess?" I roll my eyes. "She means, Tessadore Glennith Magenta Green" The man nods, before calling out. "MADAME TESSADORE GLENNITH MAGENTA GREEN!" The whole ball room goes silent as Tess descends down the stairs. "She's so pretty!" "Haven't seen her around!" "Who is she?" Whispers rise from the crowd.
Tess blushes, but she seems to be searching the room for someone.
"NOW, FOR THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! PRINCESS CLARA DONASIA CLARKS II!"
Everyone gasps as I walk down the stairs. Everything is going great, Jealousy pours out of the girls and the men seem full of admiration. Suddenly, I stumble over a step. I'm sent tumbling down the stairs. I land in a heap on the floor. "Princess!" "Princess!" "Princess!" "I'm alright!" I stand up, embarrassed.
Nice entrance Clara!
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