“Where is her dress!?! We need the dress!!” screamed Ms. Mary. “It’s not necessary Ms. Mary I can dress myself!” Robin hissed back. Ms. Mary glared at her, “Lady Robinette, what is my job called?” She rolled her eyes, “The royal designer.”Ms. Mary got the dress from a nearby noble.

“Alright so either I do my job, or the King will get me for sure,” she said zipping up Robin’s dress in the back. Robin walked up to her mirror. “I may actually like this dress,” she mumbled. Ms. Mary bounced up and down, “Really!?!” She frowned, “No! You know I absolutely hate dresses. If it were up to me I’d go to the tea party in the garden with noble’s cloths.”

Ms. Mary shook her head, “Might as well go down to the nobles’ town and be one of them. You always complain how their more free than you. Do you know how many of those bottom feeders would want to be where you are? You should be grateful!” Robin sat on her bed, “Fine then maybe I will go down there. Plus I’m plenty grateful.”

Ms. Mary shook her head, “You’ve been saying that since you were eight. Lady Robinette, honestly, you know and I know you wouldn’t go there. Good day.” Ms. Mary waddled out the room. Robin stuck her tongue out at her once she was out of site. She stood up and twirled in her dress. Then she stuck her tongue at the reflection.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Sam turned around, “You may proceed.” Then the royal time keeper came in, “6:56 pm Madam.” She nodded in understandment as he ran back out.

She slowly walked to the area where royalty made their grand entrance. Her father and mother stood beside her. “Now Robinette don’t slouch,” her father whispered. She nodded, “Yes sir.” Then she heard the announcer’s voice. “Everyone may I have your attention!” It got very quiet, he continued. “May I present Princess Robinette ll of Versailles.”

As the clapping started Robin came from behind the curtain. She walked slowly down the aisle, curtsied, and then sat down in a seat labeled “Princess”. The clapping stopped, and the man continued, “Also her highness, Queen Maria l.” The clapping continued as her mother walked down the aisle. She didn’t even bother to curtsy; she just sat down in her assigned seat next to Robin.

“Now may I present, his royal highness, KingLouisXlV,” the announcer yelled. Then a roar of clapping hands sprung from the crowd with whistles, and screams. Her father came from behind the curtain with a bright smile. He took the stage and started talking. “Thank you one and all for coming. This will defiantly be a treat for my lovely daughter’s fourteenth birthday. Stay away from the cheese orderves.”

A low mumble of laughs came from the crowd. “Well as I was saying, today is my daughter’s birthday. She will be having two parties of course. This is her first one; her second will be at my palace. It will be a royal ball. Invitations will be given out by eight o’clock today and the party will be at nine. Thank you for your time,” as he stepped off the stage clapping followed. He sat in his labeled seat next to Sam and her mother.

The announcer came out of nowhere, “Let the ceremony begin!” Everyone took a seat and focused on the stage. First up came an opera singer with a voice that could blow you away. Then an organist with deep keys. Then a horse whisperer that was talking to a merchant’s horse. The announcer came out of nowhere again, “Now for our final act of the afternoon, acrobatics!”

Then a boy with a bandana and patchy shorts came on the stage. He must be a noble. Better yet a pirate, Robin thought. The boy did a handstand and started walking on his hands. A couple of ooo’s and ahh’s came from the crowd. Then he did a flip off the stage and cart wheeled onto the soft grass by the tables. Robin watched him carefully. Then, in one of his cart wheels, he snatched a Dutch’s ring and placed it in his pocket.

Robin’s eyes widened when she saw the event. “Daddy,” she whispered. “Shh sweat heart!” he hissed back. The boy did a front flip and snatched a pearl necklace. He placed it in the same pocket as the ring. “Mother please,” she whispered tugging on her mother’s dress. She glared at Robin, “Robinette this isn’t like you to make raucousness at your own party. Now listen to your father and shush!”

Robincrossed her arms and grunted. I’m not even going to say anything. They deserve it!They won’t even hear me out at all!,Robin thought. Finally he was done, he bowed. Her father wanted to shake his hand. As they shook the boy slid one of her father’s rings off his hand! As he walked backstage he casually put it in his pocket. “Dad! Listen to me!” she whispered loudly.

Her father glared at her, “Robinette I’ve absolutely had it with you! Just stop it!” She stamped her foot, “It’s important!” He snapped, “That’s it young lady! You just don’t know when to stop! You are not allowed to go to your party! At all! If I even spot you there you will get a severe punishment do you hear me!?!” Robin glared at him, “Fine!!!”

She ran out the garden and into her room. She unzipped her dress and put on her town cloths. Basically a disguise no one knew about . Not even her family. She took her hair out of the two elegant braids and let her hair loose. She placed a patchy hat on her head. Then put on brown Capri’s that tied at the bottom. Finally she put on a white shirt with dirt stains. Since most of the peasants in the village didn’t wear shoes, neither did she.

She climbed down her window slowly. Making sure not to miss a vine and fall. I’ll show Ms. Mary! She just doesn’t know how many times I’ve been in the town. It’s better than any other old palace, she thought to herself reaching the grass.

She ducked into a bush. If I’m caught I’ll be strapped for sure! Robin then rolled to another bush. Then she finally started running down the dirt road, dirt going between her toes.