Novel & Cerita Princess Amelia Tiktok Age

She honestly hadn't expected Astra to shortlist her for an interview. Farah Wellston, a well-known talent agent at Astra, was in charge of interviewing her. This excited Amelia greatly. "Nice to meet you, Amelia. It says here that you're 22 and single. Is that right?" Amelia nodded. "Yes." "Do you have a boyfriend, then?" Amelia shook her head. Even though she had married Liam, it wasn't like the Prescotts had acknowledged their marriage anyway. She decided it was better to keep that bit of information under wraps.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.

"Ah, I will keep that one. By the way, you look beautiful, the king might take a liking to you if he isn't still hurting from his separation from his last wife." Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Are you insulting me? I am not that old enough that I cannot charm a king. I am not that advanced in age that I can't bear a child too. I'll do my best for you just don't forget to satisfy me or else I'll expose you."

I inform her, trying to connect the dots. “I still feel that Amelia is an adult who is well aware of how to distinguish left from right, so she must have wanted the fame and status of being married to the crown prince which is why she consented to the alliance,” she refuses to believe me. “I won’t just jump to baseless conclusions till I hear from Amelia herself, which is the more reason why I need to save her,” I take my stand. “As long as you are happy chummy…” she uses TikTok slang on me.

Amelia said to him and he followed behind her. "My aunt rarely has people coming over. She's not really one of the nicest people to handle so I'm quite surprised. She is only nice to her family and those she likes and the people she likes are very little," Amelia giggled as she told him. "Amelia, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Tristan asked. "I'm fifteen. I turned fifteen two months ago," she replied. Tristan nodded his head. "Oh I see. You are very smart for your age," he complimented and she appreciated him once again.

Taking long strides towards their balcony there- He met a man whom he hadn't seen in years. He was average height, a bit overweight, a pot belly in sight, an amount of beard all over his face, brunette hair like his sister, above all that, his attire screamed royalty. Prince Augustus was older in his early forties, Princess Amelia had always been considered a little girl.. with three brothers and her being the one and only girl. "Prince Alexius, nice of you to join us." Prince Augustus said sarcastically putting his cup of tea down. Princess Amelia had been crying, it seems. From how puffy her face was and pale red nose.

Eliza’s eyes went wide as she spoke. I reached into my purse and pulled out a Ring Pop. I opened the packet and placed the ring on her finger. “Only the best jewels for the Queen,” I gasped. “It’s so beautiful, my Queen.” “Thank you. What’s your name?” Eliza asked. “My name is Amelie, your majesty,” I answered. “You are now Princess Amelie. A Queen can make anyone a Princess,” Eliza gloated. “I’m so honored to be your princess, my queen,” I said humbly.

I whispered. "Sorry, but the court is almost starting. I am sure you do not want to be late." He pulled me into our room, where Kelly and a stylish woman were laughing and discussing. Kelly spotted me and then came closer, saying, "Hey, This is Amelia, the one I told you about. She is here to get you ready for your debut." She came closer and then bowed, saying, "Princess Alix, I am honored to be the one to get you ready."

Amelia’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her with a small smile. She is ten now, and she has grown into a splitting image of Samantha. Her curly hair is braided in two fishtails down her back and she was wearing a yellow sundress with matching pointe shoes- she must have just finished with dance. I stood up from the basement floor and brushed dust off my trousers, “Are you okay?” She nodded, “What are you doing here?” “I was looking at pictures of your mum,” I admitted and an unreadable expression crossed her face, “Do you want to join me?”