Thanks For the Soup

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At lunch, I have a salad and some water, and start feeling sick. Christy is still out and about with the Prince, and Elizabeth said that we can have the afternoon off.
Trina and I hang out in my room, talking about yourselves, and becoming closer. Her maids are talking with Sophie and Angela are talking about dress ideas for the reveal to the public on Friday.
While Trina plans everything for me, I decide to take a light nap. "Wake me in just a bit." I tell Trina. She nods and keeps talking.
When I wake, it's dark outside. There's a plate next to my bed with a note from Trina. "I couldn't wake you up, so I got them to send dinner up to your room. See you tomorrow."
I find some chicken soup on my plate. Starving, I ly devour the delicious soup. When I'm done, I feel wonderfully better, and decide to find Christy to ask how it went, when I realize that it's the middle of the night.
The soup was cold.
Sighing, I decide to dance for a bit. After that, I take a bath and head back to bed.
This girl needs some beauty sleep.

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