The Princess Sisters (The Princess Sisters Series) Read Online Free PDF

White
froze.  Now she understood what Cinderella had meant.  She couldn’t even see
the kid’s face, but it was obvious he was very good looking.  Maybe it was the
way he carried himself, tall and proud, or maybe it was the way his arms flexed
when he carried each box into the house.  Either way, it took Snow White a
little while to realize she had been staring for several minutes.  She looked
down, blushing, and walked quickly to Cinderella’s house.  Snow White then ran
up the three steps and burst through the front door without knocking.
    “You
were so right!” Snow White yelled up the stairs as she shut the door behind
her.
    “Did
you see his face?” Cinderella asked, coming down the stairs.
    “No,
but he’s got to be hot.”
    “I
know, right?”
    “Should
we make brownies while we wait for the others?”
    “Yeah. 
They’re almost done unloading.”
    “Good! 
By the time they’re done and everyone else gets here, it won’t be too early to
go over anymore.”
    “Great,”
said Snow White with less enthusiasm.  Cinderella didn’t seem to notice.  She
began pulling ingredients out of the cupboards and placing them on the counter
in the center of the small kitchen.
    “Why
don’t we just make them from a box?” Snow White asked.
    “A
box?” repeated Cinderella.  “This is a hot boy we’re talking about!  Don’t you
think he deserves better than a box?”
    “True.”
    “Besides,
won’t he be more impressed when he finds out we made them ourselves?”
    “Okay,”
said Snow White coming to stand beside her taller cousin.  “Where do we start?”
    Snow
White was greasing the pan and Cinderella was mixing the last of the flour into
the batter when Ariel and Aurora entered the kitchen.
    “Nice
touch!” Aurora said with approval.
    “We
thought so,” Cinderella said beaming.  “Did you see him?”
    “Oh
my heck!” Ariel exclaimed.  “Have you ever seen such…great arms?”
    “How
old do you think he is?” Aurora asked hopefully.
    “He’s
got to be our age,” Cinderella said, pouring the dark, gooey batter into the
greased pan and placing it on the oven rack.  “At least we can hope,” she said
with a smile.
    “You
know Belle will play the, ‘I’m the oldest so I get first dibs’ card,” Aurora said.
    “Well
I may be second oldest, but I saw him first,” Cinderella exclaimed, smiling at
the others.
    “How
does that old rhyme go?” Aurora asked.  “First is the worst,” she said and
everyone laughed.  “Second is the best,” she continued, pointing to Cinderella
who took a bow.  “Third is...?” she paused, pointing to herself as she tried to
remember.
    “The
one with the hairy chest!” Ariel shouted.  The girls all hooted with laughter.
    “In
that case you can be third,” Aurora said to Ariel.
    “No
can do big sis, you are definitely older by almost two whole minutes!”
    “Great,”
Aurora said, and the girls all laughed again.
    By
the time Belle joined her cousins, the timer on the stove said the brownies had
two minutes left.
    “I’m
the oldest, I call dibs!” she said, smiling. 
    Her
cousins all exchanged amused looks.
    “Well
the moving van just left,” Belle added.
    “Perfect
timing,” Cinderella said, glancing at the stove.  “These will have to cool for
a few minutes, which means they’ll be starting to unpack when we go over.”
    “What
are we gonna say?” asked Snow White.
    “How
about Hubba, Hubba!” said Ariel.  All the girls laughed. 
    “Here’s
a little treat for your little treat,” added Aurora.  The girls laughed again and
then continued suggestions.
    “We’re
girl scouts selling brownies for kisses.  How many can we put you down for?”
    “What
if his dad answers the door?”
    “Ew!”
    The
girls all agreed Belle’s was the best.  “I’ve come over to share this brown goodness
with you.  Oh, and I made brownies too.”  They laughed until Ariel had tears
streaming down her face.
    “Now
look what you