The Ceremony

Do I Even Know You?

" Isabella come down stairs right now! Or we are going to be late for the ceremony." My father yelled.

Hi. My name is Isabella Maria Rose Grazia Castilla, I am the princess of Spain and my father is King Marco Felipe Grazia Castilla. My Mom is Queen Elizabeth Rose Castilla. My father and my mom had an arranged marriage. My Mom and my Dad meet each other before they knew they were going to get married to each other and eventually they fell in love. Well the story is not about there story it is about mine and this is how it all started.

Well let's go back to the part about my Father telling me to come downstairs. While I am changing I'll tell you what my Father meant about the ceremony. The ceremony he was talking about is only for higher society children. The ceremony is supposed to tell us who we are going to get married to and what professions we can choose from for me all I get from the ceremony is to get married because my profession I got when I was born. My profession is to rule the country of Spain.

Since I am done telling you about the ceremony I am going to go downstairs. When I got downstairs my Father was spacing back in fourth acting really nervous. My Mom was standing by my Dad with a worried expression. " Dad are you alright?" He turned around and looked at me and said " Isabella what took you so long we were going to be late if you took any longer. You were up stairs for three hours and all you are wearing is a plain dress this is the ceremony. Now I have to tell them to push back the ceremony time four hours so we can get you changed and there on time."

He walked away with a annoyed expression on his face. My Mom turned to me and said " Isabella lets go up stairs and I'll help you find something suitable to wear." When my mom and I got to my bedroom she walked straight to my closet and pressed the button to open it. When it opened she started touching the keypad to look through all of my clothes. When she got to the dress I was going to wear I swear to God my jaw dropped to the floor. My mom looked at me and said "Do not keep you mouth open like that it is impolite and unsuitable of a lady of your status."

Oh, I forgot to tell you my mom is very strict with manners same with my dad. Any ways back to the dress. The dress was so beautiful it was a light blue color and it had diamonds going around the waist and little different color gems sparkling around the bottom. "Mom when did I get this dress? I don't think I have ever seen this dress before." My mom just took it out of the closet and laid it out on my bed then walked back to my closet to look for shoes and accessories.

After my mom was done she but the purse, the gloves and the cape she found and the heels she found and put them by the dress. Then she went to the door and called for maids and then left. When the maids came in they went to the dress looked at it and one of them asked me " Mistress Isabella can we help you put the dress on?" She was the one who was holding the dress all I did was nod my head the maids then helped me undress and then take a shower. After I was dry they put me in a robe and sat me down on a chair. One of them was doing my makeup and the other two were arguing about what to do with my hair the one on the left was yelling at the one on the right saying they should do this hair style and the other said the opposite. I interrupted there argument by suggesting that I should just leave my hair down. The one doing my make up said "You guys should just keep her hair down like she suggested it looks nice down." When they were all done fixing my hair and my makeup they went to putting me in my dress. I believed that the dress was going to be genuinely heavy but it was probably the lightest dress I have worn in a long time.

When I was done putting on all of my clothing I looked in the mirror and thought I saw a different person this women in front of me was incredibly different then who I was.