primrose princess (c1)

Instructions

I don't know how to describe this feeling. Like the average rags to riches trope in every book, the 'hated girl becomes royalty' kind-of thing. One day, I was sleeping in a cold, run-down apartment. The next day I was being adorn with jewels and gold, being handed beautiful emerald crested dresses. I had a new name now. Princess Arya. I guess I should describe the day I became princess.The royal physician says I should describe my feelings and thoughts in this thing, so I guess I will. I was on my normal walk home, as always, when I received a call. I didn't get calls much, so I decided to pick up. Then I got the news. I assumed it was a spam call, of course, or a prank. I just continued down seventh street and turned to the alley near my house. My phone wouldn't stop ringing. I decided to pick up again. This is what I think the conversation went like. "Hello. Is this Arya Madden? I hope this all is well. We have some exciting news for you." "I'm sorry, is this a spam call?" "No. It isn't ma'am. I am here to inform you that after a lot of background checks and tests, we have came to the conclusion that you are the fifth princess of Primrose." "Where is that exactly?" "We will send you the information. I see that you are in the US. We are located in Europe. Please understand that you will not be using public transportation. It is very dangerous for you to be in public at this time. You do not need to pack anything, but if you do, only a few necessities. An agent will be over at any time. please meet at the front of your apartment building at exactly 5 o'clock." "Thank you, but this sounds like a scam. I have absolutely zero proof your not bu!!sh..tng me." "Ma'am, I can guarantee you we are not trying to deceive or scam you in any way. If you do not believe me, just look outside at 5 o'clock. There will be a chauffeur by the name of Ottie, and your new agent, Celeste. Good day." "Good day to you too." I replied, half mocking, half serious. I didn't know what to believe. They could be totally right. I regretted every step I took into my room. I also regretted packing my pictures and my clothes. I probably looked so st-pid. There is no way I could be a princess. I bet this Primrose place didn't even exist. But still, I was 18. It's a fairytale, magical age where your life takes a dramatic turn in every single book, show, and movie I read or watch. Maybe it could be mine?