Pisaries Creator

Excited was not the word to use.

I was not exhilarated.

I had never won the big prize.

Soon my hand would shake the hand of the would be king and queen.

I had to learn quickly.

How to curtsy.

How to bow.

How to shut my mouth.

I had to learn to like chicken or beef again.

I could be offered a lunch of British horror.

This was supposed to be a quick visit.

Not end up with an hour lunch with jewels and fine stitching.

I was not royalty material.

I didn’t even care about them.

This was a job.

Not a gift or luxury.

I’m doing this for the money.

There is no glory about this.

I should keep feelings to myself.

I could get into trouble.

Everyone loves the bride of the prince.

Not everyone identifies the truth.