The Boy is Heartbroken

Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus

My wonderful celebration was short lived because Aurora grabbed my bottle of champagne from me before I could pop the cork. Apparently drinking at 1pm was a no go. For someone who was employed by me she had acted like my boss.

After much yelling and threatening to fire her I climbed the stairs of my three level penthouse with my stilettos in hand; to avoid more bruising on my beautiful-irresistible caramel skin, to my bedroom. I already smelt like a seafood market and that could really seep into the skin if one did not get into a shower fast.

I went straight to my marble decorated bathroom and unzipped my dress. It fell to the floor with a disgusting wet sound which made me scrunch my face in distaste. Stupid Pierre with his stupid proposal made me loose another good dress.

I wrapped my champagne colored silk robe around myself before I looked at my reflection by my makeup vanity. My makeup was still flawless but my unpleased frown made it look terrible.

"Why do men always want to marry me?" I sighed as I grabbed a hair clip and rolled my hair up before pinning it. From there I went over to the large oval shaped bathtub, poured lots of bath foam and salt to ease my sore muscles from swimming such a great distance.

I played music through the speakers to set the mood, but my little bubble was popped when my phone rang. I had been ignoring it since I had gotten home but this time the ring tone was different.

"Hello daddy," I smiled then sat down on the gold and white wingback chair as I closely monitored the water.

"Vittoria," his thunderous voice boomed into my ear.

I pulled the phone away from my ear as I let out a hiss before I pressed it back, "I thought I was Olly?"

"You've embarrassed our family greatly," he yelled.

"I think at this point this is your catch phrase," I laughed as I tried to lighten the mood, but the silence on the other end told me my father was not in the laughing mood, "Papa, he was so boring! And you should have seen the ring he had gotten me. It was so tiny."

"His father called me, the boy is heartbroken Vittoria."

"But why would he propose after four months? Is he crazy? I barely see him to begin with. We haven't even lived together," I cried, "it's not my fault he proposed to me."

"But it's your fault for jumping off his yacht Olly. Couldn't you just say no and not embarrass him? You've turned his family into a laughing stock. His father is furious."

"It's only been an hour," I frowned, "if he has run to his father because of a simple disagreement then I don't think he is husband material. Imagine if I said yes, every argument we have he would go running to his father to call my father. He's still a child."

"Olly, he's thirty and he wants to settle with you. This is your fourth proposal in two years. Can't you just pick a good one and stop this madness?"

"But I'm twenty-four. I don't want to settle. I still want to test the waters Papa. It's not my fault I'm loveable and gorgeous that every man I date wants to marry me," I cried. "It's your fault and Mama's for making me so beautiful. You're the ones to blame."

"Then stop dating," he exasperated, "keep your relationships private until you are sure you want to make it public. Can't you be more like your brothers?"

"Yes because everyone wants to be stuck up like Alexandré and Mario," I gagged, "What's the point of being beautiful but you have to sneak around then walk around like you got a stick up your butt? I want to be free."

"You forget I am King and you are making our nation look bad," he yelled, "You're a royal Vittoria. Not a little princess or sugar baby or whatever nonsense you call yourself these days. Your brothers and I spoil you enough, why are you going on this rich men rampage?"

"Because why should I spend my money when someone is willing to do it for me."

"That's it!" he growled, "I am sending over a jet to pick you up in a week. Wrap up whatever antics you're up to. You will stay home until you remember what our family stands for."

"But Papa-"

"Not a word Vittoria," he ended the call soon after.

I shut off the water in the bath before I dramatically ran to my bed then threw myself on it. I let out a loud scream before I burst into tears.

How was it my fault that I did not want to get married to sport commentator Pierre? I hated him with everything in me and now he had also managed to ruin my life. How could I go back to the Palace when I was living my best life in Monaco? I could do whatever I wanted here without my father and my two brothers breathing down my neck!

Clearly my father was too stressed to think rationally. Being a King was hard work and I was sure the age was also getting to him. I wondered, how early on did one start to become irrational? He was only fifty, could the effects of old age already be setting in?

I was his princess, the apple of his eye and the centre of his universe. Clearly he just needed a bit of time to calm down. By tomorrow morning he would call me and beg for my forgiveness and I would request I get the new Rolls Royce Spectre as an apology gift.

It was a win-win to be honest, I would get a new car and he would get my love back. There would be balance once again and one day we would look back at this day then laugh.