The Wedding

*Anne's Point Of View*

I woke up at the sound of the alarm. Today is the day, my wedding day. How great! Feel free to note my sarcasm.

In seconds, my room was flooded by the maids and my mother.

"Mother, can't I have some more minutes, I'm still sleepy," I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"It's morning already," Mother said as she slowly opened the curtains.

The ray of sun reflected on me and I groaned. I never wanted morning to come. I wanted the night to repeat itself over and over again, just to avoid the wedding.

In seconds, I was dragged out of the bed and into the bathroom. I was stripped of my clothes and put into the bath tub. The thing with being a princess is that I don't do a thing.

I don't wash my clothes or pull my clothes or bath by myself.

The maids scrubbed my body quickly. Once they were done, I was wrapped with a towel.

I was baptised with lotion. I sat on my dressing stool and let the maid do their work. The