Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
- Born This Way, Lady Gaga
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
- Born This Way, Lady Gaga
Solo
(Word Count: 653)
(Word Count: 653)
This was it. This was the day.
When eyes opened up, the sun that peered through the pink fabric curtains was especially shiny, illuminating the room in a soft, pink light that could only bring a wider smile across the face of Destiny City's newest legal adult.
The smell of cinnamon rolls filled the air and Prissy took in a deep, long breath. Cook always knew the best meals to fix on birthdays and it appeared that Amelia had already snuck into the room minutes prior, leaving the tray of rolls (with extra icing, of course), apple juice (which was much sweeter than orange juice), strawberries (with both sugar and cream) and a single, elegant pink rose tucked away in a simple white vase. Mmmm, tantalizing.
A sound sleeper, Priscilla never woke up to the yearly intrusions. Or, if she did, she kept her eyes shut tight and her lips pressed together, refusing to give away the fact she was aware of the intruders - no need to hurt anyone's feelings if they thought they were stealthier than they really were. On the rare occasion that her father was the Birthday Fairy, she always tended to wake up, Max excelling in being seen and heard as opposed to not. Amelia, the loyal maid who had been around forever, however, knew how to be neither seen nor heard. And, judging by the fact her father was out on another business excursion, it must have been Amelia as the culprit this year.
White plush comforter, dotted with pink flowers, was tossed aside as the young woman let out a long, unladylike yawn. She'd stayed up far too late in the evening texting and gossiping with old friends on Facebook (she had to remind them, naturally, about the importance of February 14th) so it had to have been at least ten, at least. Thankfully, breakfast looked as though it hadn't sat on her desk for more than fifteen minutes or so - all of the staff knew better than to awaken the Stratford Daughter before she was ready to be woken, birthday or not.
Naked feet padded across the carpet as she made a beeline towards the pastry plate. Fingers soon sticky with icing, she was biting into the lukewarm, soft roll and savoring the sweetness of it. Amidst the chewing and savoring, her head turned to examine this year's "spread".
Across the bed sat a pile of presents, all awaiting attention from their new owner. The largest in the corner, behind the plethora of boxes, a giant pink stuffed unicorn sat, its head and horn flopping downwards with a goofy stitched grin across its mouth. Surrounding it, a dozen or so boxes, all wrapped in reds, pinks and whites with giant bows accompanying the overly-heart printed paper.
It was probably a blessing, honestly, that she adored both hearts and roses - what a perfect holiday to share a birthday with. Chocolates and roses and presents - a wonderful way to spend a day, boyfriendless or not.
Licking the remnants of icing from her fingers, the remaining rolls were forgotten momentarily as she made her way towards her new treasure trove. Clothing, knick-knacks, jewelry... it would be the same as it always was. On top of them all, a single red envelope.
Reaching out, she slipped the card out of the unsealed envelope. As suspected, it was a generic birthday card, the words All my love, Dad scribbled out in the best attempt Amelia could manage. Her mimicry of the absent millionaire's handwriting had gotten better over the years but Prissy knew better - always knew better.
Smiling, she slipped the card back into its home and walked back to her desk, tucking it away with the twenty other ones that sat in her side drawer. Perhaps her father wasn't around once again for her special day, but his money certainly was.
And she would absolutely make the most of it.
Watch out, world - Prissy's now 21!
