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I woke up with pain all over my body. "Ahh," I mumbled tiredly. The stylists will come in half an hour to prepare me for the tour. I'm not looking forward to that. People are shouting your name and you have to shake hundreds of hands. The feeling when I think about it made me nauseous. I sighed. The plan is to tell my parents everything. That's the best way to do it. I must do that right now. I changed my clothes into easy sweatpants and a basic white t-shirt and I walked through the door.

"Okay, you can do this." I said to myself. I opened the door and see Simon. He didn't look happy at me and said, "Good morning, miss."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," I said mournfully.

Simon suddenly looks shocked at what I just said. "Okay. Okay. I accepted your apologies," he answered back-friendly.

I smiled at him. "Where's Theon?" I questioned.

"He's downstairs." I nodded and walked to my parent's hotel room.

My knee still hurts but my hands don't hurt anymore. I knocked on the door and heard a voice say inside "come in."

I opened the door and saw my father sitting on a big red couch. My mother looked at her hair in the mirror.

"Hey dear, you're early. Your stylists will be here in an hour," mother said surprised, still looking in the mirror.

"Yes. I know, but I wanted to talk to you," I muttered and my hands fell sweaty.

"Oh... we'd love to hear it," father said in a serious voice and curiously way. I took a deep breath of air and started to talk.

"You all know what happened yesterday. It's good I slept first to talk to you about this. I wanted to tell you that I am very sorry. It was stupid what I did. I did this for a boy. A boy I already know the whole year online. I had contacted him online at Messager. He's kind and sweet and the perfect boy that you wished for me. I couldn't tell you this because this is not your business. I love this boy very much and I hope you'll give me more freedom, and less supervised by my bodyguards, it drives me crazy. You know how I hated it to be in the spotlight. I just wanted to be more outside and not to be inside like I'm a prisoner in The White House. Please don't research this boy but just let me go and trust me with this boy, "I begged to my father. My father sighed loudly and my mother looked at me with a way, your father must decide. I looked anxiously at my father, waiting for him to say something. I panicked a little and my forehead fell wet.

A small smile appeared on my father's face.

"I understand everything you asked for, but because of my position and job I can't fulfil all your wishes. I make a deal with you. You are at your very best today, and we'll see if you can see the boy again. What is his name?" I turned my eyes.

"Dad, I don't want to give you information about him and you'll research him," I explained quickly.

"Okay, okay. I won't ask anymore. We'll see tonight. Second, your bodyguards. I want you to apologize to them. You'll never do this again. They are to protect you and not to be your father. They will stay with you in public but if you do your things you won't see them. I'll ask them to shadow you. That's only when you're alone. I don't talk about your boyfriend. I'll talk about this tonight. At least, when you're with your boyfriend. No! I must see it first, today. I'll talk with you about that tonight. Finally, I wanted to ask you, why did you run away from the Italian police?" He wondered.

I looked down. "It didn't feel right. They didn't say it's your order and I couldn't trust them. That's why I walked away from them," I hissed honestly and still looked down.

My father nodded.

"I get that. I think it's good what you did because you were all alone. It won't happen anymore that you have doubts about whom you can and can't trust if you are with your bodyguards. Furthermore, Theon has your phone, it laid on a street. Unfortunately, it's broken. You'll get a new phone today. I am glad that you have been honest with us about everything," said my father, but he can't finish his sentence, because my mother started to talk.

"Boys are everything to a girl. You will do anything to be with them if you have a complicated life. But I don't mean breaking any rules. From now on, talk to us or your bodyguard," mother warned. I sighed. "Yes, mom."

"You must go to your hotel room. Your stylists can be here in fifteen minutes," father required when he looked at his watch.

"Yes sir," I laughed carefully.

We all laughed.

I turned around and walked back to my hotel room. I feel relieved. It felt nice to talked to my parents. I still didn't tell them everything. I think Danilo is very important because he has his own bodyguards. I shook the thought away.

Suddenly I see Theon in the hallway and I said fast, "I'm sorry". He accepted my apologies and I walked to my room.

My father said I have to show my very best today. Maybe I can do my homework right now. I'll show them that I am doing my best today.

I walked into my room and see that there is a new phone on my bed. "Yes." Now I can use my phone to send Danilo messages. I put the phone down and picked up my homework on a big table. I looked around my room.

Doing my homework on the bed or the couch wouldn't be a good idea. Perhaps on the balcony in the sun? That's a good idea.

I walk to my balcony and sit down. Suddenly, Theon appeared on another balcony next to me and sit down.

I sighed and started to make my homework. After a while, I hear a knock on the door and said, "Come in."

Three people entered my room. It's like the three musketeers. They feel like friends. You have the chief stylist Edin, he's mad as a hatter. You also have Sara and her twin sister Lia. They worked with all kinds of celebrities. I have a very good relationship with them.

"We're going to turn the cleaning lady back into a Princess," Edin cheered.

Lia, Sara and I turned our eyes.

"What have you done with your hands and knees," Lia screamed as she sat in front of me.

"I prefer not to say," I explained quickly and panicked a little.

"Come on, let's get you ready," Sara commanded and looked a bit worried.

Edin is a man around 30. His crazy but beautiful red hair and green eyes make him who he is. He has a lot of curls. Sometimes, I wondered how red hair would look on me? You also have Sara and Lia. They are twins and they hate it. That's why Sara dyed her hair black and cut it very short to her ears and Lia has long blond hair just below her shoulders. Their eyes are the same colour and that's brown.

I sat down on a chair in front of the large table and waited for what happened next.

"Wow, do your hands hurt?" Lia shuddered worried.

"No, not anymore, only my knee still hurts," I sobbed and looked at my knee.

"I have the perfect medicine for that," Edin shouted and looked into his back. He gave me some painkillers and a glass of water.

"Because your knee is visible to the public, we can put on a very light pair of tights. We also put on some special cream and band it up with a skin bandage, and you're done. No one would notice," Sara said enthusiastically I nodded and let them do their job.

"Your hands. What shall we do with your hands?" Edin thought aloud.

"You know we can hear you," I said with a smile to my face.

"Of course, honey. That's the intention," Edin winked at me.

After, half an hour I stand up. My hair is in a nice bun on my head. My makeup is light. I put two pearls in my ears and walked to my closet.

"What shall I wear today?" I wondered to my friends.

"We first thought to put on a short dress where you can see your knees well," Edin dared.

"Sure. But honestly, what am I going to wear?"

"You're going to wear this," Lia's voice said behind me, and I turned around.

Lia has a beautiful blue dress in her hands with an appropriate belt. With white shoes, they looked perfect.

I smiled with gratefulness and grabbed the clothes and put them on.

5 minutes later, I stand in front of the mirror to look at me again.

"You look magnificent," Edin smiled joyfully

"Thank you, guys. You always turned me into a lady," I said happily.

You can't see the wound on my knee anymore and very small bands are on my hands. You can't see it well anymore.

"Good luck today. We know the spotlight isn't really for you," Lia said compassionately. I smiled at them and grabbed my phone and put it in a small bag.

"Good luck," Sara and Edin yelled at the same time.

I take a deep breath and walked through the door.