Chapter Twenty

    “No more, I just can’t.” I whimpered.

    I had been trying on dress after dress, approving fabrics and style.  How many outfits does a princess need after all?

    I had seen silks, satins, linens, and lace, what I had not come across was good old denim.  My days clad in jeans and a  t-shirt appeared to be at an end.

    The room was cleared and a delicious smell wafted in….Grandmother in her infinite wisdom had called in a caterer.  Scrumptious grilled tuna over a bed of asparagus, a milky cream sauce and a mixture of tropical fruit.  I gorged myself on the tuna to the p