(since it’s been so long I’ll post another addition on Friday)
Bella gave the king an absent nod before leaving. She wasn’t fleeing, no she wasn’t. Bella firmly decided she couldn’t be accused of running away if she had a task to perform. Candies. If anyone asked she couldn’t be bothered with queenly crap.
Safe in the confines of her kitchen, Bella tried to concentrate on the meal for the evening. She jumped up on the padded stool someone had left by her counter. Flipping through her electronic pad she tried to figure out what to make for the evening meal.
“You don’t need to prepare anything for his majesty,” Chef Brillon said his eyes sparkling with amusement. “He’s dining with his future brides.”
A weight slid off of Bella’s chest. “Oh good.” She bit her lip, guiltily pleased to have a night off while the other chef worked hard. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Chef Brillon shook his head. “You don’t have time.”
“Why not?” Bella frowned.
“You have to get dressed. After all the dinner is in honor of all potential brides.”
“Oh no! I am not going to that dinner!” The thought of sitting and making polite chit-chat in a dress she’d obsess about spilling food on…well, she’d rather shove the paring knife through her right eye.
Bella winced as the palace secretary marched over in all his splendor. Someone really should show the man a color chart. Some colors simply weren’t meant to match. Bella looked the man in the eyes she didn’t want to be blinded by his brass buttons. Did he polish them every night?
It took her a minute to realize from his expression that he was waiting for her reply.
“I’m sorry what did you say?”
The secretary pursed his lips and let gave an impatient sigh. “I asked if you are ready for your fitting?”
Bella fiddled with the knife handles on the block. “Um, no I have to help Chef Brillon…”
“Nonsense,” the chef interrupted while taking a large step away from Bella. “Go ahead and get ready. I’d hate for you to be late for such an important event.”
“Excellent come this way!” The secretary marched off not even checking to see if she followed.
“You better sleep with one eye open,” Bella hissed.
Brillon laughed. “I always do, my dear, I always do.”
Shoulders slumped, Bella followed the peacock of a man out the kitchen door.