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princess eleanor anastasia delmore princess of france - seventeen - single - outfit - speaking to nobody
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Eleanor got out of the bathtub and allowed the four servants to dry her off. She took a whiff of the scent and smiled warmly. "Oh, Laurette! You sure know how to pick the roses!" She said, commenting on her milk and rose bath water. "Thank you, milady. We're glad you liked it. The florist grew it especially for you." The servant replied brightly as she fetched Eleanor's ivory colored satin robe. The girls walked out of the bathroom and into the French Princess's dressing to see her attire for the ball. "What did you pick? I'm sure that it's perfect!" Bonnie and a few of the servants came into Eleanor's sight, carrying a golden silk dress that was clearly one of a kind. Taken back by the dress, Eleanor didn't say anything and just smiled. "Oh it's beautiful." She finally spoke, getting up and removing her satin robe so they can get her corset and the dress on. As they did this, she wondered what her brother was doing.
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prince wesley keaton mcadams prince of russia - twenty - single - outfit - speaking to catherine
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"Yes, I'm up, Catherine!" The Russian Prince shouted at the door and then looked at Ruthor. "But bare..." He whispered before yanking his blanket off his bed to cover himself as Ruthor opened the door for his sister. "What is it Catherine? Is mother or father bothering you about the ball? That's what they did last night to me. May I help you with anything?" Wesley asked Catherine, holding the blanket over his body for dear life.
{Catherine McAdams - The Russian Princess} "Not bothering per say, but mother will bite my head off if you're late for another event." Catherine says, a small scowl forming on her face before fading away. "But you ought to start wearing pajamas to bed, talking to a lady while clutching a blanket to cover yourself is not proper... I'm sure your wife would find it uncomfortable." She had begun to mock their mother with her 'scolding', she could care less what her brother did or did not sleep in. "Just be ready soon, we have to leave by 2." Kate offers him a little smile before turning on her bare heels and walking back up the hall to her dressing room.