"No, how dare you! Madeline will get along fine with this suitor, William Windsor, Prince William Charles Philip Windsor of England and no it is not too old fashioned too have a suitor when both girl and suitor are age fourteen!" Her whisper had once again turned to a shout.
Oh my goodness. What is she thinking. A suitor. For me. I missed the rest of the conversation lost in my train of thought. I really think she has gone mad! What am I going to do. I mean, of course, when I am older I want to get married but as my father said I am only just fourteen, and this William is too... And a Prince, oh yes, only a prince for a princess. And (well, obviously) he was a proper prince, a prince of England! Urghhh, I shuddered at the thought of me standing at the altar, hardly fitting the wedding dress,with a mysterious boy ready to say 'I do'.
Then I remembered what my father had said, "She should be given some choice", Maybe I should just go out there and tell them that my choice was to stay here. Oh yea, I had already tried that. It only resulted in one of mothers evil glares and probably a good telling off when we arrive at our 'destination'. I decided that I must stay here, in these changing rooms. However naive it sounds I think it is the only choice; I went to go and sit on one of the benches at the back of the changing-room...