Princesses

Flora sneezed, suddenly.

“Bless you! Are you cold Sister Flora?”

“No, dear Lottie. Maybe someone is talking about me behind my back!”

Flora and Lottie were preparing a list of needs:

“Okay, dear. Let me read it. So we ought got you: some pajamas, dresses, underwear, toothbrush, hair brushes, and shampoos to take care of that silky hair too, notebooks, stationary, a coat, boots, socks, an umbrella, back bag, a sports suit would be useful too, sneakers, black shoes, a ballerina shoes,... Did I forget something”

“I don’t need all of that Sister!”

“No, you do! You even need more but I can’t recall everything for the moment.”

“But…”

“You will soon be the foster child of Claude Knightly, the CEO of the biggest company in the city. He wants to pamper you as a princess. So you will be treated as a princess!”

Princess.

Flora felt bittersweetness. She remembered the first time Jack called her ‘princess’. It was the day he proposed to her. Once her father told her about the proposal, Flora got