Royal Genovian Bedroom
Wedding Day
I haven’t seen Luisa yet. But it’s only a matter of time.
Right now Nishi and I are both getting our hair done by Paolo.
Well, by his assistants. Paolo—Hair Stylist to Royalty—only has time for one person today, and that’s my sister, the bride.
The florists sent over arrangements for our hair—which Paolo’s assistants are tucking in along with my tiara—as well as bouquets for us to hold.
In order to look good for the camera, we’re also getting makeup. Not a lot, because it’s important to appear “natural and dewy fresh” like the young girls that we are (according to orders given by Dominique de Bois, director of Royal Genovian Press Relations and Marketing).
But when you’re being filmed in high definition, that means being sprayed with a light film of foundation that exactly matches your own skin color, so there won’t be any uneven spots (the lady doing my makeup told me that even male sports stars do this).
This is almost exciting enough for me to forget how mad I am at Luisa.
Almost.
Nishi says she is in paradise (although we both agreed we’re glad we don’t have to get sprayed every day).
After the makeup and hair comes the next most important part:
THE DRESSES!
Ours were delivered, newly pressed, by the housekeeping staff in garment bags, so I couldn’t see what mine looked like until Francesca, my personal wardrobe consultant, unzipped it. When she did, she paused before taking it out of the bag.
“Oh my,” she said. “Your Highness, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your dress, it … it’s … purple.”
“Surprise!” I cried.
“I LOVE it!” Nishi yelled when she saw hers.
“I know,” I said. “Grandmère and I had Sebastiano dye them at the last minute. We think Mia will be so surprised.”
“Yes,” said Francesca, helping me to step into all the flouncy layers. “I think the princess will be very surprised indeed.”
I hope it will be a good surprise! I think I look as good as I did in my dream … only better, because I’m not covered in dirty paw prints. Snowball is sitting on my bed, watching us, perfectly dirt-free (when I took her out for her morning walk, I was careful to keep her on her leash, and away from all puddles).
After all the hair and makeup people went away, Nishi and I checked out our reflections in the full-length mirror in my bathroom.
“We look like naiads,” Nishi said approvingly. “Those were a type of water nymph that lived in fountains and streams and stuff in ancient Greece. We look just like them, only in purple instead of green or blue.”
“Cool,” I said. “Total naiads.”
Then we took a bunch of selfies with Nishi’s cell phone, posing on my bed that’s shaped like a boat, so we looked even more like naiads, or maybe even the mermaid spigots on Grandmère’s royal bathtub.
Now Francesca has left to go see when they’re going to be ready for us to come down, and Nishi is coming up with plans to get revenge on Luisa (because of course I told Nishi what Luisa did, even though Grandmère said not to. But Nishi won’t tell Mia).
Nishi and Olivia’s Plans to Get Revenge on Luisa Ferrari
Nishi Plan #1:
Trip Luisa in front of television cameras so her skirt falls over her head and her underwear shows in front of worldwide audience.
Olivia’s note:
No. Luisa would like this as she craves attention. Also, it might ruin Mia’s wedding and I promised Grandmère I wouldn’t let anything happen to ruin Mia’s day.
Nishi Plan #2:
Trip Luisa in front of wedding carriage. Luisa gets run over.
Olivia’s note:
Luisa might be seriously hurt from this and we could go to jail. Jail is not very princessy. Also, remember my promise to Grandmère.
Nishi Plan #3:
Get Luisa alone. Get her to confess what she did. Record confession on cell phone. Upload video to Internet so everyone sees it.
Olivia’s note:
Better! But I still think this might give Luisa the attention she wants. She could become an international Internet sensation and then write a bestselling book about it.
Nishi Plan #4:
Buy poison. Poison her.
Olivia’s note:
Like I said, jail is not very princessy. Also, where do we buy poison? And having one of the junior bridesmaids die of poisoning would COMPLETELY ruin Mia’s wedding.
Nishi Plan #5:
Get some of Chrissy’s horse poo. Put poo in wedding cake. Give cake to Luisa.
Olivia’s note:
Won’t Luisa smell the horse poo? Also, I don’t want to touch horse poo. That’s gross! Also, I’m pretty sure she get could really sick from this, and then we’d have to go to jail. Plus maybe then all the other wedding guests will think there is poo in the wedding cake, and this will ruin the wedding.
Nishi Plan #6:
Ask Boris P to call Luisa up to the stage and dedicate a song just to her. While she is onstage staring up at him, all googly-eyed, have him change the song so it is about how horrible she is.
Olivia’s note:
But this might make Luisa feel so bad, it will ruin her self-esteem, and then she will never develop character or common sense. Royals are supposed to guide those less fortunate, not destroy them.
Nishi Plan #6, continued:
Call Prince Khalil to come over and see Boris P singing the song about how horrible Luisa is. Then he will know the truth about her, and then Prince Khalil will like you and not Luisa!
This is when I had to tell Nishi that I didn’t want to play this game anymore. It wasn’t fun and also seemed mean. Also, that I don’t like Prince Khalil.
But Nishi wouldn’t listen! She had the nerve to say, “I think you do like Prince Khalil, and I think he likes you back. I think Luisa knows that, and that’s why she wrecked your sister’s cake.”
My heart started beating kind of quickly when she said that. I don’t know why. I said, “Nishi, no. That’s not true.”
“It is true. Anyone can see it. Even Rocky. Here, I’ll go get Rocky and ask him.”
“No,” I said. “Why would you get Rocky? He’s just a little boy who doesn’t know anything. Leave him out of this.”
But Nishi said, “I’m getting him anyway. I’m going to ask him about the poo.”
“Nishi, no!” I said. “I thought you were joking about the poo! Let’s just drop it. Be serious now. The wedding is going to start soon. We need to—”
But she left before I could stop her. She flounced right out of my room (it’s hard not to flounce in these dresses; they have so many petticoats) and down the hall.
What choice did I have? I had to follow her. I didn’t want her busting in on Rocky and telling him about the poo (especially seeing as how it was so stupid. Although knowing Rocky, he might take it seriously) and getting him all riled up before the wedding.
That’s how I know the truth now—the truth about Rocky. It’s all Nishi’s fault.
It wasn’t Luisa who stole the top layer of Mia’s wedding cake.
It wasn’t Snowball, either.
It was Rocky.