It wasn't a mask, it was a face

Chapter 67| It wasn't a mask, it was a face

Her name was Snowflakes. The name of her hairstylist and was the most concerned about her dress amongst the maid who waited on her well, if you exclude Chrystal.

Chrystal scared Kimberly. Not in the alone in the alley with her kind of scared but the strict, could forget she calls me lady and beat me into perfection scare. The woman had practically bled blood to make sure Kimberly was anything but an awe.

And awe she achieved as snowflakes sniffed making Kimberly raise her brow in a sardonic arch, a sassy look that was soon transformed to bewilderment as the curtain covering the mirror in front of her was removed.

She was wearing a pearl set of jewelry and that was the first thing that caught her eyes immediately she faced the mirror. The Pearl sparkled and dazzled. Chrystal had plunged deep into a rich royal family tree that was details of how many women had worn the piece she now fingered in-between her finger more aware of just how expensive what was dangling in her neck was but she had stopped listening the minute she had started with the phrase, "Now let me tell you all I know about the rich history of the Pearl" and that was her clue to space out because from the one time she had a conversation with Chrystal she could tell she knew a lot. She knew the Indiosia cultures like she was its custodian and the palace like it was her home, and in a sense maybe it was hers. She was the most trusted of the maids and also popularly referred to as the most loyal and it warmed her heart to know that she was being picked intentionally to be her maid because they knew she would report any suspicion or any sly move she made. Hope you can note the sarcasm now? Kimberly snarled.

She was an orphan who had followed her grandmother to the palace since her mother was sought after because she was a popular healer back then when Tristan and Saif were kids and although she had grief in her heart and had reluctantly followed her grandmother on her request since the old woman was scared for her since she didn't have any friends and hardly said more than a few selected words like she had a limit of what she was allowed to say, a passion had been borne into her heart.

To be a respected helper of the royal family and to serve the reverenced royal household of Indiosia. The Kingdom of all Kingdom till her last breath so she had regardless of the restrictions that came with being born half-blood; her mother was a witch and her dad, an Indiosian native which had made her have difficulty fitting in an intensive training which she passed with flying colors and finally achieved her dream.

Her conversation with Chrystal had been welcomed enlightenment. Like who knew they went to school and wrote exams to work as a palace maid? This discovery wasn't intentionally because she had called on her as a result of waking up from yet another of her night terror and was afraid to fall back to sleep but she was surprised that when she had pushed the button underneath her drawer that Chrystal had requested her to push whenever she needed her, she had opened the door like it was perfectly normal to be summoned by this time of the night.

Her eyes weren't sleepy and it felt like she had not slept a wink which left Kimberly in a conflicted thought of asking her why she wasn't sleeping or not, but deciding that even maids were allowed to keep secrets she had ignored her curiosity and had instead just asked her to sit with her and had asked her to rant about her life.

As she stared at herself in the full-length mirror, she couldn't see a semblance of the girl who would have been wearing a pair of ripped jeans trouser with a white sleeveless hoodie if she was in NYC that was practical but a silver gown that trailed on the floor and reeked of class and royalty wasn't but damn, she was not as good as a liar to deny that her mouth wasn't dropping at the reflection that stared back at her.

She has always been made to look and has been like a Princess ever since she stepped her feet into this palace. From the pampering to the etiquettes she was taught, to the way she was tended to and had standby maids to service her every whim and to indulge her every craving, she had an idea of what being born into royalty and having the world under your feet if you as much as find interest in that too, felt like. But this time, she could tell that every one of the ladies in her room had outdone herself, her blonde hair which was in chignons and adorn with golden encrusted hair bands that caught the light was the next thing she noticed. She had been forced to go to bed way early last night so her face would glow and though she had thought the beautician was being paranoid but had decided to humor her regardless, she could see how her face and skin came aglow even under the layer of light makeup that has been applied onto her face.

Then the gown that was sure to make her steal the show, intent on making anyone who stared know it was her who owned the day despite their very own beautiful expensive attire. Luca had called it, a regalia that didn't allow for competition and though she had rolled her eyes back then and chuckled lightly at how passionately the man spoke about a gorgeous stitched fabric, a fabric nonetheless like it had life and some superpowers, now she couldn't help but believe him.

Now she knew the need for the intricately patterned gold on the gown. It made her as non-discreet as possible, it made her stand out and it arrogantly demanded attention and held it because it deserves it. The gown was made for royalty and for that night with her back bare and her neck straight, her eyes unflinchingly meeting the eyes of Tristan as he laced his hand into hers, his eyes wide with both surprise and absolute confusion, she restrained herself from smirking because tonight she was going to wholly own this act of a princess beautifully.

It wasn't a mask. No, you are doing it wrong if they knew where Kimberly began and a Princess from a feared dynasty began. It was a face.