"AHHHHHH!"There was a giant crash and my mother screamed; In rage. The door swang violently off its hinges.
"Madeline, get your dress on RIGHT NOW! We are leaving immediately! Quickly. NOW." I scrambled to my feet, shaking with fear. My mother stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her eyes burning with anger. What had I missed, lost in my train of thought. Trembling, I slipped off my clothes and hurriedly pulled my dress over my head, doing up the zip with one hand I grabbed my stilettos from the bag. My hands started to undo the laces on my shoes and put my high-heels on.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my father stuffing my old clothes into the Harrods bag and placing his crown on his head and I also saw my mother putting her crown on her head. My head was in such a spin from everything that I had just heard I didn't know what was happening and before I knew it I was standing in a strange small room.