"Wave" dad whispered in my ear as I sat kuvuka, msalaba armed in the carriage.
I didn't want to; I didn't like people at staring at me with wide eyes and all the screaming.
"Come on wave with your grandma" alisema Camilla.
"You're not my grandma" I alisema looking away.
"Wave for grandpa then" alisema Grandpa Charles.
"No." Dad sighed and I knew I was causing him great stress with my melancholy. "What do wewe want me to do Diana, can I make all of them go away?"
"No I suppose wewe can't."
"Then can wewe please wave for daddy?"
"I suppose so."
"Thank you" he alisema kissing my head.
Mom sat straight and held Alina on her lap.
"Straighten her frock" dad scolded. Mom laid her skirt, upindo down straight but Alina lifted it right back up.
Dad smiled and waved on but I could see the embarrassment in his face.
"Alina skirt, upindo down" I grumbled.
"No Diana wewe ain't the boss of me."
"Aren't" dad moaned.
I smiled at the crowd and waved and blew kisses and they all screamed in adornment. "Mommy" Alina pouted "why don't they scream like that when I blow kisses why do they like Diana better?"
"Maybe if wewe kept your skirt, upindo down they would" dad grumbled.
Mom shyly smiled at Alina and straightened her brown curls that she had inherited from mother. Sweet mother with her ocean blue eyes and flawless face. Oh how I wished to look just like her but no all I didn't look like her at all, I didn't look much like dad either.
Alina had her hair but that was it, she had our father's skin color, nose, and eye color. But I was my grandmother Diana, who I was named for in replica except for my eyes which belonged to my great grandmother Elizabeth. She had only just passed a way two years zamani and my grandfather Charles had taken the throne. Dad was inayofuata in line for the throne, oh how handsome he'd look in the red vazi Grandpa Charles sometimes wore but oh daddy looked absolutely fabulous in his navy blue suit and red army uniform.
Grandpa Charles waved to the crowd, I never liked him I knew all the scandals in our families history just as much as anyone else. He'd cheated on my grandmother Diana with that woman, Camilla who expected me to call her grandmother. I didn't trust men only daddy, he was so responsible and serious. Unlike mom who had such a playful side that she seemed to hide in front of daddy. Oh how I loved it when they kissed they were such short sweet kisses that rarely happened. I loved to watch their wedding over and over as so many had on April 29th, 2011. Only five years before I was born and 8 before Alina.
My hair had been styled like mom's as so many women had theirs styled. Daddy sat straight and handsomely inayofuata to me and I so longed to put my head on his shoulder but that wasn't proper for me to do.
"Daddy when do we go home?"
"In a week dear wewe know we have to make at least two appearances a month."
"Will we have to live in Buckingham Palace when your king."
"You don't have to I probably won't be king till your in your thirties."
"Does that mean I'll be Queen someday?"
"We've been over this Diana, yes wewe will be."
"What if I don't want to be?"
"Then Alina has the throne" and he looked at me and whispered "and please don't make me give the kiti cha enzi to her."
I nodded and laughed "I upendo wewe daddy."
"I upendo wewe too Diana" he said.
"Do I have to say the speech that Gustavo wrote?"
"Yes Diana wewe do, wewe know how the people worship you?"
"Why?"
"Their hoping you'll be like my mother?"
"Will I?"
"I don't know Diana?"
"What was she like?"
"Later Diana, later."
The carriage pulled up to the stage near Westminster Abbey, the place my parents had been wed. I avoided the police man that was there to help me out and jumped to the ground.
"Diana how did wewe do that in high heels" mother asked?
I gave a sheepish smile and alisema "I didn't."
She looked down at my feet and alisema "Diana, what have I told wewe about Converse at public events?"
"Only for nyumbani and in the backyard."
She sighed "I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now."
I smiled and shouted "VICTORY!"
Her eyes grew big and dad looked at me. The crowd only roared in excitement at my outburst. I laughed and loudly alisema "let's hear it for converse!" I heard loud screams from the teenagers in the crowd and went up to the crowd and began to shake their hands. A older woman shook my hand and said
"You look very much like Lady Diana."
"Thank wewe Madame."
She nodded and smiled at me and alisema "wait let me introduce wewe to my grandson."
She pulled up a handsome boy with golden brown skin and hair to match and such spectacular green eyes.
"This is my grandson Joshua."
"Hello Joshua how do wewe do" I smiled shaking his hand.
"Very well how about wewe Diana?"
"I'm rather joyful."
"About your converse?"
"Yes I suppose that would be a reason to rejoice."
"Yes I suppose it is they go well with your white sun dress."
"Why thank wewe I suppose my father doesn't."
"What" daddy asked?
"I was just talking to Joshua how wewe may not like the fact that I wore Converse with my dress."
He smiled and replied "your very rebellious against the regular customs is all I'll say."
Joshua smiled and alisema "yes she is but what is royalty without rebellion."
"Yes sir what is royalty without rebellion."
Dad grinned and alisema "you're my funny child Diana I'll give wewe that."
"Yea because Alina's a…" I stopped at dad's big blue eye look. "Lovely girl" I finished. Joshua laughed and alisema "don't worry I have a sister and four brothers I know what wewe mean I guess even royal sisters can be a royal pain in the tosh."
I giggled and nodded "you've guessed correctly."
The older woman smiled and alisema "well Joshua I think Diana must get to the stage."
"What" I asked? "The stage wewe are making a speech right?"
"Oh yes I am, I'll talk to wewe after the speech."
"That'd be lovely" he alisema shaking my hand one last time.
I didn't want to; I didn't like people at staring at me with wide eyes and all the screaming.
"Come on wave with your grandma" alisema Camilla.
"You're not my grandma" I alisema looking away.
"Wave for grandpa then" alisema Grandpa Charles.
"No." Dad sighed and I knew I was causing him great stress with my melancholy. "What do wewe want me to do Diana, can I make all of them go away?"
"No I suppose wewe can't."
"Then can wewe please wave for daddy?"
"I suppose so."
"Thank you" he alisema kissing my head.
Mom sat straight and held Alina on her lap.
"Straighten her frock" dad scolded. Mom laid her skirt, upindo down straight but Alina lifted it right back up.
Dad smiled and waved on but I could see the embarrassment in his face.
"Alina skirt, upindo down" I grumbled.
"No Diana wewe ain't the boss of me."
"Aren't" dad moaned.
I smiled at the crowd and waved and blew kisses and they all screamed in adornment. "Mommy" Alina pouted "why don't they scream like that when I blow kisses why do they like Diana better?"
"Maybe if wewe kept your skirt, upindo down they would" dad grumbled.
Mom shyly smiled at Alina and straightened her brown curls that she had inherited from mother. Sweet mother with her ocean blue eyes and flawless face. Oh how I wished to look just like her but no all I didn't look like her at all, I didn't look much like dad either.
Alina had her hair but that was it, she had our father's skin color, nose, and eye color. But I was my grandmother Diana, who I was named for in replica except for my eyes which belonged to my great grandmother Elizabeth. She had only just passed a way two years zamani and my grandfather Charles had taken the throne. Dad was inayofuata in line for the throne, oh how handsome he'd look in the red vazi Grandpa Charles sometimes wore but oh daddy looked absolutely fabulous in his navy blue suit and red army uniform.
Grandpa Charles waved to the crowd, I never liked him I knew all the scandals in our families history just as much as anyone else. He'd cheated on my grandmother Diana with that woman, Camilla who expected me to call her grandmother. I didn't trust men only daddy, he was so responsible and serious. Unlike mom who had such a playful side that she seemed to hide in front of daddy. Oh how I loved it when they kissed they were such short sweet kisses that rarely happened. I loved to watch their wedding over and over as so many had on April 29th, 2011. Only five years before I was born and 8 before Alina.
My hair had been styled like mom's as so many women had theirs styled. Daddy sat straight and handsomely inayofuata to me and I so longed to put my head on his shoulder but that wasn't proper for me to do.
"Daddy when do we go home?"
"In a week dear wewe know we have to make at least two appearances a month."
"Will we have to live in Buckingham Palace when your king."
"You don't have to I probably won't be king till your in your thirties."
"Does that mean I'll be Queen someday?"
"We've been over this Diana, yes wewe will be."
"What if I don't want to be?"
"Then Alina has the throne" and he looked at me and whispered "and please don't make me give the kiti cha enzi to her."
I nodded and laughed "I upendo wewe daddy."
"I upendo wewe too Diana" he said.
"Do I have to say the speech that Gustavo wrote?"
"Yes Diana wewe do, wewe know how the people worship you?"
"Why?"
"Their hoping you'll be like my mother?"
"Will I?"
"I don't know Diana?"
"What was she like?"
"Later Diana, later."
The carriage pulled up to the stage near Westminster Abbey, the place my parents had been wed. I avoided the police man that was there to help me out and jumped to the ground.
"Diana how did wewe do that in high heels" mother asked?
I gave a sheepish smile and alisema "I didn't."
She looked down at my feet and alisema "Diana, what have I told wewe about Converse at public events?"
"Only for nyumbani and in the backyard."
She sighed "I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now."
I smiled and shouted "VICTORY!"
Her eyes grew big and dad looked at me. The crowd only roared in excitement at my outburst. I laughed and loudly alisema "let's hear it for converse!" I heard loud screams from the teenagers in the crowd and went up to the crowd and began to shake their hands. A older woman shook my hand and said
"You look very much like Lady Diana."
"Thank wewe Madame."
She nodded and smiled at me and alisema "wait let me introduce wewe to my grandson."
She pulled up a handsome boy with golden brown skin and hair to match and such spectacular green eyes.
"This is my grandson Joshua."
"Hello Joshua how do wewe do" I smiled shaking his hand.
"Very well how about wewe Diana?"
"I'm rather joyful."
"About your converse?"
"Yes I suppose that would be a reason to rejoice."
"Yes I suppose it is they go well with your white sun dress."
"Why thank wewe I suppose my father doesn't."
"What" daddy asked?
"I was just talking to Joshua how wewe may not like the fact that I wore Converse with my dress."
He smiled and replied "your very rebellious against the regular customs is all I'll say."
Joshua smiled and alisema "yes she is but what is royalty without rebellion."
"Yes sir what is royalty without rebellion."
Dad grinned and alisema "you're my funny child Diana I'll give wewe that."
"Yea because Alina's a…" I stopped at dad's big blue eye look. "Lovely girl" I finished. Joshua laughed and alisema "don't worry I have a sister and four brothers I know what wewe mean I guess even royal sisters can be a royal pain in the tosh."
I giggled and nodded "you've guessed correctly."
The older woman smiled and alisema "well Joshua I think Diana must get to the stage."
"What" I asked? "The stage wewe are making a speech right?"
"Oh yes I am, I'll talk to wewe after the speech."
"That'd be lovely" he alisema shaking my hand one last time.