Chapter 15 {Queen Birthday Party}
"Well it was nice seeing you guys bye!" Isabella waved goodbye to Jasmine's parents and her daughter left.
Jasmine's parents waved back at her with grateful smiles on their faces. They were thankful that she had taken an interest in their daughter and was willing to teach her without expecting payment.
Jasmine waved goodbye to Isabella with a bright smile on her face, her heart filled with excitement and anticipation for her lessons with her new master.
"There you are, little winner you now get ready for the birth party for the Queen," Noel said as she took off pickles off her face and she sighed she smiled at Isabella who nodded her head. Yes a birthday cake for the queen what should she do?
Isabella looked at Noel, her mind already racing with ideas. A birthday cake for the queen? That was no small task.
"What kind of cake does Her Majesty like?" she asked thoughtfully.
Noel thought for a moment before answering.
"Well, she has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she also appreciates elegance and sophistication," she explained.
"I think something light and fruity would be nice - maybe with some gold leaf or pearls on it?"
"Auntie Noel what is her Majesty favorite flower?" Isabella asked.
Noel chuckled at Isabella's question.
"Her Majesty is quite fond of lilies," she replied.
"They are her favorite flower."
"I can make a Lilac cake and design the cake to look like a garden with a waterfall made of sugar at the top?" Isabella proposed to Noel.
Noel's eyes widened in surprise and delight. She could picture the cake already, elegant and beautiful with a touch of whimsy.
"That sounds absolutely perfect," she said, her voice filled with admiration.
"I can just imagine Her Majesty's face when she sees it."
"You know a lot about the royal family."
"Because Princess Tracy mother is my sworn sister."
Isabella looked at Noel in surprise. She had known that Noel was close with the royal family, but she hadn't realized they were sworn sisters.
"That's quite an honor," she said, a hint of awe in her voice.
"You must have some great stories to tell."
"It is," Noel said.
"What's Tracy mother name again? I know her father Rory but her mother?"
Noel thought for a moment, trying to remember the name.
"Tracy's mother... Her name is Jan," she said slowly.
Isabella's mind was racing as the pieces began to fall into place.
"Jan," she repeated quietly.
"Of course."
She looked at Noel with a new understanding in her eyes.
"You said that Princess Tracy's mother is your sworn sister?"
"Yeah we went to same college not only that she didn't have any friends I felt sad that time because one of my boyfriends broke up with me so I called on her shoulders and that night we clicked and became best friends," Noel said she blew her painted nails.
Isabella listened intently to Noel's story, her heart swelling with empathy. She could imagine the pain and loneliness that both women must have felt at the time.
"That's a beautiful story," she said softly.
"It sounds like you two helped each other through some tough times."
"Isabella let me paint your nails," Noel said.
Isabella looked at Noel, slightly surprised by the unexpected request.
"No thanks."
"Come on!"
Isabella sighed, knowing that once Noel set her mind on something, there was no changing it.
"Fine," she relented.
"But just a quick one."
"Quick finish!" Noel called her chubby hand and put nail polish in Isabella's nails Noel painted them and they looked gorgeous Isabella was surprised. The Queens birthday party is in a month so both Noel and Isabella will be staying there for another month. Isabella decided to go to the bookstore but she found a library room where Princess Tracy was sitting she was on her phone.
Isabella walked into the library room, drawn to the sight of Princess Tracy sitting quietly on her phone. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. But something compelled her to approach the princess.
She cleared her throat gently, not wanting to startle her.
Princess Tracy looked up from her phone and saw Isabella standing there. She smiled politely and put her phone away.
"Can I help you?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"What kind of gift are you giving your great great grandmother?" Isabella asked her.
"I will play a song," Tracy said with a shrug she loved to play the piano so should do that.
Isabella raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She had heard that Princess Tracy was a talented pianist.
"A song?" she repeated.
"That sounds lovely."
She paused for a moment before asking her next question.
"May I ask what kind of song you'll be playing?"
Princess Tracy smiled, pleased that Isabella was interested in her performance.
"It's a piece I composed myself," she said.
"It's called 'Whispers of the Night.'"
She looked down at her hands, as if imagining herself playing the piano.
"I want to hear it you must have a piano room," Isabella said she was honestly bored so she found this interesting.
Princess Tracy nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yes, we have a beautiful piano room," she said.
"Follow me."
She led Isabella out of the library room and down a grand hallway. They eventually arrived at a large oak door, which Princess Tracy pushed open.
As they entered the piano room, Isabella's eyes widened in awe. The room was filled with the rich scent of polished wood and beeswax, its high ceilings echoed softly with the faint sounds of a grand piano being tuned.
A sleek black piano sat regally in the center of the room, its lid propped open to reveal gleaming keys.
"I will play you my song," Tracy said she was the same age as Isabella as Tracy sat down she started to play her song.
Isabella watched in fascination as Princess Tracy began to play. The music filled the room, notes floating and weaving together like a delicate dance.
It was a beautiful piece, full of emotion and passion. Isabella could tell that Princess Tracy had poured her heart into it.
The music continued, building and swelling like a tide. Isabella closed her eyes, letting the notes wash over her. She felt as if she was being transported to another world, one where only the music existed.
The final note rang out, lingering in the air for several seconds before fading away completely.
"That's wonderful Princess Tracy, let me play a song I wrote I called it Garden Heaven," Isabella said with a kind smile. Tracy nodded her head she was curious about Isabella.
Isabella took a deep breath and began to play. Her fingers danced across the piano keys, creating a beautiful melody that filled the room with an air of tranquility. The song was like a journey through a garden in heaven, each note bringing to mind images of lush greenery and blooming flowers. The princess was entranced by the music, her eyes closed as she let herself be transported to a place of peace. Tracy felt like a professional wrote this music it felt like you are following a story.
As the song continued, Isabella's playing became more complex and nuanced. She added flourishes and embellishments that made the music even more captivating.
The princess was completely entranced by the performance. She felt like she was being taken on a journey through an enchanted garden, each note transporting her to a different part of this imaginary world.
The princess watched in awe as Isabella's fingers danced across the piano keys. The music was so beautiful and mesmerizing that she forgot about everything else around her.
The notes of the song were like a spell that had captivated her completely. She closed her eyes and let herself be transported by the music into this magical world that only Isabella could create.
As the last note faded away, the princess opened her eyes, clapping wildly.
"Bravo! That was incredible!"
Isabella felt a rush of relief and joy as the princess clapped for her. She could see the genuine excitement in her eyes, and it filled her with pride.
"Thank you, your majesty," she said, Isabella didn't care to much she felt happy the princess like it.
The princess stood up and approached Isabella, her eyes shining with admiration.
"That was truly extraordinary," she said. "I've never heard anything quite like it before."
She paused for a moment, as if lost in thought.
"You have such talent," she continued.
"Where did you learn to play like that?"
"Self taught," Isabella said after all her family felt disgusted by her so when she was forced to stay home alone she put her work in interesting things.
The princess looked at Isabella with newfound respect. It was impressive that she had taught herself to play so beautifully without any formal training.
"That's truly remarkable," she said, her eyes widening in surprise.
"You have a gift."
She paused for a moment before speaking again.
"May I ask you something?"
"Sure," Isabella said.
The princess looked at Isabella with a curious expression.
"I was wondering...do you compose your own music, or do you play other people's songs?"
She tilted her head slightly, waiting for Isabella's response.
"I compose my own music, I write my own music as well," Isabella said in honesty but she didn't feel like that was a big deal she closed her eyes.
The princess's eyes widened in amazement.
"You compose your own music and write the lyrics too?" she asked.
"That's incredible."
She paused for a moment, absorbing this new information.
"And do you have many songs like 'Garden Heaven'?"
"Yes I will play you one more song this one is called Dancing Dragon," Isabella said she sat back down and looked at the beautiful piano.
The princess sat down next to Isabella, eagerly anticipating the performance. She could already tell that 'Dancing Dragon' was going to be just as beautiful and captivating as 'Garden Heaven.'