Alya POV
“Are you going somewhere, princess?” I came across Dad in our hallway the following morning just before breakfast. “It’s too early to be out. You have an event somewhere?” He eyed my outfit. I was wearing what I call my royal outfit. One that screams I’m of high status and one should not mess with me. But really, I was only wearing my cream dress that goes down to my knees. It fits well, shows off my figure, but it’s not slutty. I was also wearing the pearls that Grandma Fia gave me. It was one of my favorites. It shows off maturity and elegance. I am wearing make-up and I styled my hair perfectly—big, sexy curls at the end. I was self-taught in this kind of thing, so I didn’t have anyone doing my makeup and hair for me. That would also mean less stress.
“I’m going to the camp,
