The Prince’s Unwilling Lover(14)
“THEN WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?” Macee was getting frustrated and annoyed with her sister. How was it that she was not understanding her situation? “Is money, power and status that important to you that you would treat me like this?”
“What seems to be the cause of this dispute?” Prince Louis asked as he approached them.
“Nothing, your highness,” Francesca said and gave him a deep curtsy. “Have a great evening,” she turned on her heel and walked off. The prince looked at Macee who still breathing hard. She looked furious.
“Are you alright?” he asked her.
“You should have just married her,” Macee said and stormed off.
Prince Louis watched as his soon to be bride walked away. He had known that she was unhappy about the wedding, but he did not realize how much of it pertained to her family. From what he could tell, the only person who seemed happy that she was getting married was her father. Everyone else seemed to be at odds with her.
Chapter 9
It was the morning of her wedding and Macee didn’t want to get out of bed. After considerable prodding by her maids, she finally made her way to the bathroom and got into the tub. The water was warm and the flower petals gave off a nice fragrance, but Macee couldn’t relax. She was too nervous. After the bath, Macee slipped into a corset and a lace stockings. She sat on the chair in her bedroom. She was truly dreading her wedding night. She didn’t love the prince and had no idea if she would ever grow to love him. Princess Katherine continually assured her that he was a good man, but she had yet to see that side of him and wondered if she would. And then there was the fact that she would one day be queen, but that was far down the road. She still had tonight and she was incredibly nervous as she had never even kissed a boy let alone done anything else. What was she to do? She desperately missed her sisters. Liane was off in hiding and Francesca hated her.
“Porcupine.” There was only one person in the world who called her that. She looked up to see her sister Liane standing there.
“Annie, you came,” Macee ran to her sister.
“Of course, I came; I would not miss your big day.”
Macee frowned at her. “You have not called me porcupine in years.”
Liane laughed. “That is because you are looking like a kid right now sitting there pouting.”
“Now would be a good time to run away, will you come with me?”
“It might not be that bad. You never know, keep an open mind.”
Macee narrowed her gaze at her sister. There was not going to be a brighter side to all of this. “Anyway, are you okay to be here?” Macee looked at her sister. She was wearing a peplum dress that hid her stomach well.
“Yes, the morning sickness has stopped and I am not showing that much, you would think it's fat.” Liane smiled and rubbed Macee's cheeks. “Let's get you dressed,” she added.
The maids had been standing there idly waiting for the sisters to finish. Macee exhaled loudly and nodded. Liane traced the intricate gold embroidery on the wedding dress. “It's gorgeous,” she said. Macee shrugged her shoulders. She did not have the capacity to appreciate such things.
“Is mother coming to help you get ready?” Liane asked.
“No, I asked her not to, as I did not want the fuss. Anyway, I have plenty of helpers.”
“Francesca?”
Macee shrugged her shoulders and told her sister everything that happened after the dinner. Liane was shocked at what she was hearing. She had tried to speak to Francesca about it but it was futile. She could not believe that Francesca was taking it that bad.
“Well, there is nothing more you can say. We all know what happened, if she wants to be a baby about it, then so be it,” Liane said. It was about time Francesca stopped being a brat about the entire thing and grew up.
A team of hairdressers and makeup artists walked in and bowed to Macee. Macee felt more like a doll than a human, as they guided her through it all. She had her eyebrows threaded, and then a facemask was applied and left to set for 30 minutes. During that time, she received a manicure and pedicure, as her nails were painted in a light pink shade. She wanted a darker colour but they told her that it was not appropriate for the occasion because she was the crown princess.
After they took the facemask off, she touched her face and smiled. It felt as soft as silk. Even her skin was very smooth. She wondered what else they had put in the bath. The makeup artists then began to work. They were going for a natural look. As Liane sat there watching them work, she couldn’t believe how far Macee had come in such a short time. It was truly a miracle.