Ana arrived at the venue. Everyone was shocked to see that she was wearing a maid’s uniform (a white t-shirt and a black skirt with an apron). She was even carrying a coconut-stick broom.
Clara and her friends burst into laughter.
“Oh my God! Ana?” Clara shrieked. “Is that for real? You’re a maid now? I thought you were smart. What happened?”
“Such a waste of your beauty, Ana. So you’re just a cleaner now,” another classmate added. “Well, you can still come in. We’re short on waiters anyway. Clean up our mess while you’re at it, okay?”
Ana didn’t respond. She simply gave a faint smile. “I just stopped by to say goodbye. I’m leaving.”
“Leaving? Where? To the next house to do laundry?” Clara mocked. “Go ahead. You don’t belong at our success party.”
Ana was about to turn away when suddenly the sky darkened. A powerful wind blew across the venue. Tablecloths and napkins flew into the air. The guests covered their eyes from the dust.
THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!
A large white Royal Helicopter with a golden insignia descended into the middle of the garden!
Everyone’s eyes widened. “What’s happening?! Is there a celebrity here?! Or a politician?!”
The helicopter door opened. Four Royal Guards in military uniforms, carrying swords, stepped out. They rolled out a red carpet from the helicopter straight toward… Ana.
Then an elderly man in a suit stepped down. He was the Royal Adviser.
The Adviser and the Guards approached Ana. In front of the stunned Clara and their classmates, they all knelt simultaneously before her.
“Your Royal Highness, Princess Anastasia,” said the Adviser. “Your transport back to the Palace of Genovia is ready. The King is waiting for you for your coronation.”
Clara’s jaw dropped. The wine glass in her hand slipped and shattered on the ground. CRASH!
“P-Princess?!” Clara stammered. “Ana?! A princess?!”
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