All Chapters of Perfectly Wrong For Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

RULE BOOK AND BAD BITCHES The gallery room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the afternoon sun, casting a cozy glow over the elegant furnishings and artwork. Zita and Pamela sat on a plush velvet sofa, their heads bent together as they giggled and whispered over the royal rule book. Kim, meanwhile, sat at a nearby easel, her tongue sticking out in concentration as she carefully crafted each letter in her calligraphy practice."Oh my god, listen to this one," Zita said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she read from the book. " 'The princess shall not walk alone in the gardens without a chaperone, unless she is accompanied by the king or a prince.' What, are we in the dark ages?"“Rhoda is my chaperone.” Kimberlee's eyes were tightly fixed on her brush. “That girl follows me everywhere. She's outside the door right now.”Pamela snorted, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And what about this one? 'The princess shall not speak to anyone in public without permission from the

TIARAS AND DRESSESKim stood before the mirror, her maids bustling around her as they carefully dressed her in a stunning pale yellow gown. The dress was a delicate confection of silk and lace, its intricate patterns and beading catching the light as she moved. The maids worked with precision, fastening tiny buttons and adjusting the fit of the gown to perfection.Her hair was styled in loose, flowing waves, and her makeup was applied with a subtle hand. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the mirror, and her lips were painted a soft, rosy hue.What is so special about this dinner?"Your Highness, you look absolutely breathtaking," One of the maids said, an indication that she was ready.Kim smiled, feeling a sense of nervous excitement. Finally, Kim was helped into her shoes. She looked down at herself, smoothing out her dress, and gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked different, but beautiful. And strangely, she was getting used to these princess dresses.Too heavy and to

BLOND BITCHY BARBIE The press conference was already intense, the air thick with anticipation after the announcement of the wedding and coronation. The room was packed with reporters, all desperate for a shot at the royal family. Kimberlee's hands were clenched in her lap, her eyes fixed on the queen as she fielded question after question. When will this be over? She can't wait to get out of here. She had no idea how to act. And thank heavens she doesn't have to answer any question. Berenice and Santos were doing a pretty good job while the rest of the royal family just sat perfectly with smiles. But then, a reporter suddenly asked, "Kimberlee, can you tell us about your background? Are you from a rich family or royalty?" What? She tried no to look at Santos. She thought she didn't have to answer any question? She looked up, millions of cameras flashing it her, and not a single word. Sindy, who was seated on the other side of Santos, couldn't resist chiming in. "I th

CHOCOLATE AND CHOICES Kim sat alone on a bench, her eyes fixed on the fountain in the courtyard. She can't go to her friends and kids. She can't pour out her problems on them whenever she has one. They also have a life. "I'm so sorry, baby," her palm cupped her belly, her voice barely audible. "I wish I could give you a better life. A life where you don't have to deal with all the drama and stress of being a royal." Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a pang of sadness, wishing she could feel her baby's movements, her kicks, her gentle stirrings. But it was still too early, and all she could do was talk to the tiny life growing inside her. How can Santos give her such a beautiful thing and at the same time give her a hard life? The few weeks she'd spent in the palace felt like ages in hell. How is she supposed to live the rest of her life in this suffocating place? Before she could get lost in her thoughts, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned to