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The ball! Ugh, I had completely forgotten. I'm not exactly thrilled about it, either. It's going to be a hot summer evening, and I can already imagine the sweat dripping down my face as I dance with those stuffy nobles.

Agnes sighs. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You are the guest of honor. You must look your best." hot brat princess isabella cranky princess has to get up upd

As we make our way to the throne room, I can feel my crankiness growing. It's going to be one of those days... The ball

As Agnes begins to help me get dressed, I grumble and complain about everything. The corset is too tight, the skirt is too heavy, and the crown is too... well, crown-like. It's going to be a hot summer evening,

I groggily sit up, my blonde hair tangled from sleep. "What's the point of even getting up? Can't I just stay in bed forever?" I whine, throwing my pillow at her.

Ugh, why must I always be woken up from my cozy slumber? Can't these insolent servants see that I'm still reeling from the previous night's festivities? I swear, it's always something. The pressure of being a princess is exhausting.