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.”