Crowned

Chapter Four: Say Yes to A Dress

15 days left.

Great.

Today I get to try on my dress.

Everyday for the past almost two weeks Mathieu has made sure to talk to me much to my displeasure, though today I look forward to it so I can tell him there is no way on earth I will be kissing him, and that he better learn the first dance I had choreographed with sergio.

I go down to Jennifer's office after breakfast.

We talk a bit before she shows me the dress.

"Jenn, this is amazing."

It is just as I had pictured.

"Thanks, now lets see how this looks on."

I strip into my undergarments and she helps slip the dress over my head.

Looking in the mirror is bittersweet.

Yes I look like a bride but I feel nothing like one.

"Here. I knew you wouldn't want a veil so I made you a birdcage fascinator."

She hands me the white birdcage piece and it seems to fit perfectly as this is to be my cage.

"You look beautiful." She says quietly.

"Thank you jenn." I say quietly.

"Darling, do not worry about who your groom is, you look lovely and this will be your day to shine."

I nod.

" it fits okay it looks beautiful, now Get it off of me."

"Jaclynn?"

I pull at the fabric that seems to be suffocating me.

"Get this damned thing off!" I scream feeling tears in my eyes.

This is not how this was supposed to go! I was to be in tears imagining marrying the love of my life, not a prince who is going to steal me from my home.

She hastily pulls it off of me and I throw on a robe and run barefoot out of the room and to the bench at the grand entrance balcony.

"Jaclynn?" Mathieu.

"Your timing is impeccable for being here when the last person I want to see is you." I spit out.

"Ilne gervee," I am sorry.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" I look at him and if looks could kill he would be in the deepest pit of hell.

"Your brother taught me a bit." He blushes and I wish I could slap him.

"You are not American Royalty, you have no power to know our speak."

"I am marrying you I believe that means I am."

"You will never be American Royalty."

He sighs.

"I heard you got to try on your dress."

"I did and that is why I am in this current state of annoyance." I stand up and rest my hands on the balcony ledge.

"You do realize you are in only a robe." He points out sounding concerned.

"Am I?" I remark "Well too bad that this is the most of my body you will ever see."

"We will have to produce an heir." He rationalizes.

"Well perhaps in France I will fall in love with someone and we can just say the child is yours." I look over at him to see his crestfallen face.

"You can't do that."

"You understand that I am not actually to be your wife, I will not kiss you, or pleasure you, or help you, have as many women that you want from brothels and get them pregnant! I won't care. On our wedding day we will say we want our first kiss to be private and there in reality will be no such thing."

He looks hurt and I just smile to myself that I finally got to say that.

"I will be taking this seriously unlike you."

I raise my eyebrow and look at him pointedly.

"Don't you think people will be suspicious if we never kiss or show affection? That can cause uprisings in and of itself never mind the fact that you are to be the new queen of France!"

"There will be no kissing Mathieu. But you will learn the first dance I choreographed to my favorite song. And I am not a monster, there will not be uprisings because I am to be queen."

"The people of france may think of you as a spoiled brat and to be frank they will not be far off if they do."

I take his wrists and pin him against the wall.

"As I have said various times, you don't know me. You never will. I'll let you do as you please and you will do the same for me. Understand?"

"You are terrible," He says breathlessly.

That's where you are wrong.

"Too bad." I whisper.

I grin mischievously and kiss him to play with him emotions.

It lasts for a second and afterwards I turn and walk away from him swinging my hips slightly.

Perhaps this will not be so terrible, I can get his hopes up and smash them just as the world has done to me.

When did I become so malicious?

I shiver as I walk to my room hating the person I am becoming, cold, distant, pessimistic. demanding, and... heartless.

Everything I swore I wouldn't be, a replica of my parents, but ten times worst.

Quickly I go to my closet and put on my black straight haired wig that I use when I sneak out of the palace. I switch my contacts to my dark blue colored ones to conceal my eyes that jenn often says are the color of emeralds..

I find the jeans I had snuck in by Jenn and slip them on along with a white tee shirt.

Sneaking down the maids quarters I find myself outside.

"Miss where are you going?"