The Royal Treatment by Lindsey Leavitt

hover until you’re fully briefed.”
    I waited until she’d slipped into her office before leaning back in the chair and staring at her ceiling. Crown moldings…that’s new. Crown molding? Who cares about that—I’d just had the most glamorous day of my life! Was I ever going to get used to this? I had, after all, worked here before, yet every time I learned something else, it felt like I knew nothing at all. How far and wide did the abilities of my employer stretch?
    At least the princess profile was in a familiar format:
PRINCESS MILLIE (Mildred. But who wants to be called Mildred?)
    Age: 13
    Hometown: Leichemburg (Although I’m doing a tour of Europe with Auntie Oksana right now, and it’s been a longggg trip.)
    Favorite Book: War and Peace. I haven’t read it. I just like how thick it is.
    Favorite Food: French vanilla cupcakes with purple sprinkles
    Anything Else We Should Know: Hi! I’m Millie. You’ve probably heard of me before—not that I’m bragging, but I’m royalty and I figure with the job you have, you know about all of us, right? So sorry if some of this is review for you.…You’re only my second sub. I turned thirteen two months ago, and it couldn’t have come at a better time, believe me.
    I’m supposed to go to this art exhibit thingy with my great-aunt Oksana, the Duchess of Leichemburg. Social events to her are always a super big deal, so I’m sure she’d KILL me if she knew I was using a sub. I need you to be really, really good, okay?
    Now, the exhibit itself is going to be cool. It’s a costume party, so I had an adorable dress made—you’re welcome! I’m kinda sad I’m missing it, actually, but then I found out that the Earl of Nortenberg is bringing his son, and I about DIED. See, two years ago, at boarding school, I got in a fight with this girl named Lynette, who thinks she’s better than me just because her dad owns an island. Hello! Ninth in line to rule my country over here.
    Anyway, she pulled this nasty prank where she told Lord Gavin that I LIKE HIM. I don’t know if you know Gavin, but he is not my type. At all. So as if it’s not embarrassing enough to have a guy I don’t even care about thinking that I have a crush on him, then he goes around telling everyone that:
    A. I’m in love with him.
    B. He totally doesn’t like me.
    C. I’m trying to use my family connections to get him to date me.
    It was, to say the least, the worst thing that could ever happen EVER. I begged my parents to let me take a term off and travel with Auntie Oksana, at least until this blew over. I also promised myself I would never talk to that jerk again. EVER.
    So I need you to do two things. First, be me. I mean, as me as you can be so that my aunt doesn’t get suspicious. Because she will. The woman can spot a cubic zirconium tiara from across the room and I’m sure she’s way familiar with Façade. I’ve added enough here so you can get an idea of who I am. Please read and remember it all. Also, don’t talk to Gavin if you see him. Like, don’t say a word! He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction. You can nod, I guess. Maybe grunt. But, really, just stay away.
    Okay now, they gave me this application thingy to fill out, but I’m not sure it covers everything. So I made some notes for you. I figure you’ll be glad—the more you know, the better, right?
    There was twenty pages of everything, and I mean everything , that I would ever need to know about Millie. Her school, her friend’s names, her family history, the music she played at her last violin concert, how she liked her toast buttered…
    The Level One princesses had provided simple fact sheets that had done little to prepare me for their situations. This was the opposite—there was so much information it was hard to decide what was relevant, although I could see how the BEST would help on the job. The manual had a highlighting feature, and I went through the letter and underlined all the important points. I’d have my