Isabella stood at the edge of the plush, oversized rug in her bedroom, arms crossed tightly over her silk pajamas. Her face was twisted into a scowl that would have intimidated a seasoned diplomat, but today, it was directed solely at her alarm clock—and the world in general. Isabella was the undisputed Brat Princess, a title she wore with as much pride as her custom-made tiaras. And today, the Princess was feeling particularly cranky.
With a sigh that signaled the end of her rebellion, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She caught her reflection in the gilded floor mirror. Even in her crankiest state, there was an undeniable glow to her—a mix of high-end skincare and the natural fire of someone who knew exactly what they wanted. HOT- brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up
The sun had the audacity to stream through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her suite, illuminating the organized chaos of designer shoeboxes and discarded gala gowns. To Isabella, the morning light was an intrusive guest she hadn't invited. She had spent the previous evening at an exclusive underground gallery opening, followed by a late-night pasta run that ended only when the birds started chirping. Now, the world expected her to be functional, and Isabella was having none of it. Isabella stood at the edge of the plush,