Princesses Don't Wear Converse

Princess Constance of England had an extravagant life and hated it. She hated spending four hundred dollars on a shirt when she could spend four dollars at a department store. She hated all the glitz and glam. She just wanted to be normal. That was exactly what Ashton Irwin could provide. Normality. If only she wasn't engaged to a prince...


3. Chapter Three

Connie’s P.O.V.

It was 7:30 pm and I was bored out of my mind. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was completely silent. Suddenly, the door burst open. “Charlie?” I asked, too lazy to get up and see for myself. “Yes, but a little more female and not Charlie.”

I laughed. “Hi, El.”

She sat at the bottom of my bed. “What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I know that. You never do.”

“I know what I want for my birthday.”

“What’s that?”

“A ticket out. Only for a few hours.”

Eleanor sighed. “Are you sure?”

“I have never been surer of anything. The palace is a lot more suffocating tonight than it usually is.”

“Where would you go?”

“Somewhere normal people go.”

“Alright, I’ll help.”

I shot up, surprised. She hated it when I left. It put her job in danger.

“You’ll need a disguise.” She helped me out of bed and went to my walk-in closet. I ran up behind her. We went straight to the back and pulled out two small, wooden boxes. I walked across to the shoes and picked up a silver stiletto. Under it was a golden key. I took it to the boxes and unlocked both. One box contained about five different wigs. The other had three different outfits Mum didn’t know I owned.

“So this is how you escaped the guards those three times you ran away,” she said in approval.


“Why the clothes, though?”

“It’ll be easier to find me if I’m wearing something from the closet. Nobody’s seen these clothes before.”

“I didn’t know you had FBI training.”

I laughed. “I wish.”

“Okay, I’m dressing you.” She got up from the floor and stared pulling out wigs and clothes from the boxes. It took her ten minutes but she finally chose something. I stood in front the mirror wearing an oversized dark emerald sweater, jeans and black boots. My long blond hair was replaced by shoulder-length dark brown hair. El came up behind me and put a black fedora on my head. She picked up my arm and started folding the sleeve of my sweater up to my elbow.

“Is the whole sleeve-up-to-the-elbow thing like an OCD problem you have?” I joked.

“Admit it looks better like this.”

“It does, thank you.”

“Welcome. Now get out of here and be back soon. I don’t know how long I can cover for you.”

I hugged her and made my way through the bathroom window while she held up the rope we found in in the storage room. I made my way to the bottom and waited for her to turn off the security camera and come back. She threw down four pillows. I picked them up and ran across the yard to the wall. I threw the pillows over the wall and barbed wire without any get caught on the wires. Thank God for good aim.

I went to the back where the garden was and brought back some rocks. I managed to climb over the wall and jumped over the barbed wire. Most of my body landed on the pillows but most importantly, my head was fine. I smiled to myself.

I did it.

I was free.

For now anyway…

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