The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

"Yes, pay no attention!" I call to all the boys, chin high, as I head back into the main room of our train car after Daphne. "However, the bathroom will be off limits for the next hour, so you can all just...deal with it!" I'm about to close the door behind me when I hear Luca's next words.

"Do I even want to know?" Luca murmurs to the boys, a little shocked and fascinated as he watches us go.

I grin, pressing my eye to the crack in the door and watching this unfold.

"Nope, it's girl stuff." Rafe says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "So, you definitely do not."

"You poor thing," Ben says, resting his hand supportively on Luca's other shoulder. "I always forget you don't have sisters, so you're completely unaware of the rules and codes of girl time." "Welcome to this land of mysteries," Jesse says gravely, raising a glass of whiskey towards Luca. Luca responds with a smirk, raising his own glass and clinking it against my cousin's. "There's a lot of glitter here."

I laugh, rolling my eyes at all four of them, and press the door firmly shut. And with that Daphne and I lock ourselves away and get to work.

My brows arch when I see the incredible amount of clothes that Daphne has packed into such a small case.

she says as we lean over cache together and she quickly sorts through it. "I'm

a few options that are not quite as fitted. I admire each of them in turn, but a soft "oohh" slips from my lips when she pulls out a mod-style navy dress with white trim

Daphne laughs and pushes it towards me and I quickly change as Daphne pulls a pair of white booties out of the

gasp. Because, I mean, it's just a chic little day dress - it's certainly not the most dramatic thing I've ever

god I've missed being a

coming to stand beside me and tugging at the dress

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too long!" Daphne protests, horrified, even though the hem is already a little past mid-thigh. "And if this is my first time dressing a Princess, then it's going

just laughs and ignores me, getting her needle and thread and rapidly making the changes she wants to ensure that the fit is, as she said, perfect. That done, we move on to my hair and my makeup - just

image in the mirror transforms, I have to

asks, leaning back a little as she takes in my frown, the little stick of eyeliner suddenly still in her