30- Glitter Fight - Part 1

Isabella

“What else can I do to help?” asks Emily. Emily was one of the servants here at the castle. The chef, who I later learned was known as Madam Raye, was kind enough to assign her to the task of helping me. Emily, under direct orders, takes me to the second kitchen right here in the castle, allowing us to have privacy as she moves to help me with gathering my supplies.

I know, I know, two full size kitchens. Can you believe it? Although the one I’m currently using seems to be a bit smaller than the other one but worked fine for what I needed to do. A massive island sitting in the middle of the room. Three of the four walls holding cabinets and countertops along with a 12-burner stove with an industrial size sink. The countertops are made of white marble with gold veining and the cabinets a rich emerald color. The color reminding me of Sherwood Forest.

All the appliances within the room were modern. Black stainless steel along with two massive refrigerators that take up the other half of the room. There’s also a huge walk-in pantry which has even more appliances as well as a deep chest freezer.

When entering the kitchen, I move to tell Emily exactly what I was doing. Bored, I wanted to do something that would be fun yet entertaining for my captors.

So, here we were, inside a kitchen just the two of us, by ourselves while having a blast.

“Hmm, how about you finish filling up these balloons with all the blue glitter. Are the other balloons all sealed nice and tight?” I ask my partner in crime. Emily nodding.

“Yep. There right over there” she says almost proudly, pointing to all the neon colored balloons along a semi clean counter. For glitter bombs were a mess.

“Nicely done” I praise her.

You see, over the last 2 hours, we had searched all over the place for all sorts of glitter. Glitter ranging from Blue, to Red, to Yellow, you name it. Both of us trying to fill them into each balloon. Of course, we didn’t make them overly big, because I still had to carry them and didn’t want to risk someone seeing them as I did.

Eventually, I even learned from another servant that my fiance’s had returned from a meeting in town and were now currently in the office along with their right hand men.

Perfect.

Moving to finish up, I move to help Emily with cleaning up the glitter. The balloons were all filled with water and different colored glitter. Some holding blue, while others red. I even had pink, green, yellow, silver and multicolor glitter bombs as well, including gold.

I’m so going to hell for this. Probably won’t walk either for about a month, but hey, it’ll be epic!

Placing the balloons into a small wooden basket, I move to cover them with a towel to help hide them from prying eyes. Now to invoke the breasts.

Moving from the kitchen, my little basket of mischief in tow, I move to waddle my way down to the other side of the castle. Two huge doors in the color black along with two tall guards now stood standing just outside.

The hallway eerily quiet. Approaching the doors the guards move to stop me, stepping in front of me as they did. A stern look upon their faces.

“You don’t have permission to be here” remarks one of the guards. Frowning, I think I’ll call him Sir. Grumpy Pants. As he was definitely on the shorter side of his twin. As for guard two I decided on calling him Sir. Stick in the Mud. Both dressed in head to toe black, while each wearing a signature earpiece within their ears, giving them that secret service vibe. Neither looked pleased by my appearance.

“Um, Excuse me?” I say, a hand to my hip. Annoyed that they didn’t know who I was.

“What? Who the fuck are you?” Sir. Stick in the Mud asks. His voice holding a tiny bit of an accent but clearly not enough to be European like many of the others here.

“Uh, why don’t you tell your boss. You can tell them Isabella is here to see them” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes. When he doesn’t move to do as asked, I move to ask again, my voice clearly annoyed by him.

“Chop, Chop! I don’t have all day”

Rolling his eyes, he moves to address a keypad that was on the wall behind him. Pressing a couple of buttons he waits. “WHAT” comes a very angry voice over the little speaker on the wall.

“Boss, some girl by the name of Isabella is here. Demanding to see you” says Sir. Stick in the Mud into the pad on the wall.

“Send her in” that same voice commands, a tiny smirk gracing my lips.

Exchanging looks they move to open the door just big enough for me to slip through. Entering the room, I notice the office. Big and spacious. Tony sitting at a desk while typing away at his computer while Alex sits next to him while working on his phone. Grant and Lucus were standing near a massive oak wood desk, piles of paper just scattered about. While Marco and Enzo as well as two others stand around them as well. Drinks of choice scattered around the tables.

“Ah, Amore Mio (My Love)” Lucus says, looking up from his desk. Smiling brightly as he did.

Smiling, I move to give a simple Hi in return.

“What’s up Principessa (Princess)? How was your day?” Alex asks, looking up from his phone just as Tony looks up from his computer, both focused on me.

Shifting a bit nervously, I debated about my plan. Knowing that I’ve come too far to just stop, I force myself into continuing on with my plan.

“Um, It was lovely, Thank you for asking” I answer, keeping a small smile on my face.

“Did you do anything fun or exciting while we were gone Agapi (Love)” asks Grant this time.

“I did. I did a little exploring around the castle. I even got a tad bored and headed towards the kitchens. Madam Raye was even kind enough to let me borrow the second kitchen… you know to do fun experiments in” I say cautiously, not wanting to let on to what I was doing.

“That’s lovely dear” Lucus says as he moves to sit down in his big leather chair. “Come… You can tell us all about your fun little experiments” comes his reply as he moves to pat his leg. Well, here goes nothing.

“Actually, How about I show you?” I offer, my mischievous smile slowly rising to my face.

“Huh? What do you mean ‘Show’ us Piccolo (Little One)?” questions Alex, his back straightening against his seat, clearly curious by my answer.

“Easy, I have them right here” I say in a matter of fact voice, gesturing to my basket of goodies that rested against my hip.

“Oh?” comes Tony with a smile.

Gulping, I nod and move a few steps closer. Keeping my distance in case they would try to grab me.

Raising an eye they look at me.

That’s when it happened. My right hand reaching for a water balloon, instantly pulling one out before throwing it directly at Lucus. Moving to catch, his hand instantly grabs the balloon. The force causing it to burst. Exploding all over him. Water and Red glitter now drenching his suit.

“What the-” throwing another, I move to hit Grant. Hitting his chest as bright pink glitter appears, his shirt soaked.

Marco got the green glitter all over his face and suit. Some landing on the desk from the empack. Turning, I move to hit Tony with a balloon as well. This one filled with blue glitter. Laughing, Alex goes completely unaware of his surroundings until I hit him with one as well, silver bursting all over his suit. The other guy getting yellow glitter to the face.

Aiming for Enzo, I accidentally catch him just right in the face causing him to scream as multicolor glitter gets into his eyes by accident. Ouch, sorry!

Stifling a laugh, I don’t manage to catch them giving me a murderous glare or seeing them move as they move to stand from their spots along the room.

“Well, that’s my cue! Gotta go, Bye!” squealing, I move to bolt from the room, running for dear life, knowing that if I didn’t I would be punished.

Running down the hallway, I hear a chorus of angry yells. “ISABELLA!” swearing I heard the windows rattle, my lungs began to ache from all the laughing I was doing.

Racing past the dining room, I slowly hear Lucus’s voice boom loudly down the hall. “YOU BETTER RUN PRINCIPESSA (PRINCESS) CAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU’LL BE IN FOR A WORLD OF PAIN”.

Hearing the words “FIND HER” I knew I was in trouble.

Holy Shit Balls!

Entering the foyer, I slowly spot the front entrance of the door. Smirking, I move to formulate another stupid plan.