#Chapter 385: You Don’t Need Fancy Dresses To Be A Princess

In the bedroom, Nicholas and Charlotte helped Elva and I pack our bags for our weekend homecoming trip. I pick out many subtle outfits for Elva and me. Back home, people would notice if we dressed too expensive. It might even have painted targets on our backs. Elva, however, didn’t understand. When she saw I was packing her plain shorts and tees, she crossed her arms, stuck out her bottom lip, and pouted, “I want to be princess.” “You are a princess, honey,” I told her. “You don’t need fancy clothes for that.” Elva frowned deeper. “It’s not the same.” “It is.” Nicholas lowered himself down onto one knee so that he could look Elva in the eye. Elva glanced up at him through her eyelashes. She seemed sadder than anything and it broke my heart. I wanted Elva to have the things she wanted, but it was just too dangerous. We weren’t from the best part of town. If we wore fancy clothes around, we would be robbed at worst. At best, we just wouldn’t fit in. “Elva,” Nicholas said