I felt my face turning red as she said that, but I hugged her back. As soon as we stopped hugging, she ordered all her servants to stop what they were doing. She needed to have an emergency meeting in the great hall.
Once everyone was assembled, I turned to go to my room. I didn’t really want to hear my future being planned out all over again, though I was sure This future would be better than my grandma had set up for me.
However, Camilla grabbed my sleeve and forced into a chair, insisting that I should be able to pick out my savior. I wasn’t sure I needed a savior, so as soon as Camilla found a rich guy, I was happy with him. But to Camilla, he wasn’t rich enough. We spent about two hours looking through the phone books and calling to ask if business owners would be willing to give their sons up for a few hours. Since she was an amazingly pretty and rich super model, everyone agreed with her. We ended up spending another hour going through all of the possible. It was actually Camilla who picked my future. She decided on a guy with half a billion dollars and a brainy-ac for a son. Camilla danced me around the room and sang.
“Oh he will be perfect for you I just know it! And if you like him a lot he can stay with us for a long time, and maybe someday you’ll be married!” Camilla did a little jig at the prospect of me getting married to such a rich person. I wasn’t so enthusiastic. I think this guy sounded super stuck-up and for the marriage part, GROSS! I hadn’t thought Camilla would get so involved with my future.
After that little catastrophe, I trudged up the spiral staircase, no swing in my step. If you have ever tried trudging up a spiral staircase, it is no easy task.
I flopped on my bed and sighed. Then I grabbed my phone and started playing my favorite game.
Look for part 7!