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15 years later
"Happy 45th birthday, Natty!" Iris greeted Natalie.
"Shut the hell up you discombobulated deformed mole rat, your so annoying!" Natty hissed.
Nathaniel stepped in, "Hey, don't talk to your mother that way!"
Natty scoffed, "Dad, you look like your 2 generations away from the Habsburg jaw!, plus, your the reason I barely have magic look!"
Natty extended her arms to do a magic and only a small light pink pin came out.
"See? so annoying!" Natty then pushed Nathaniel aside and walked to the garden.
Iris sat on the bed sighing, "Teenagers these days! When I was a teen, I wasn't like that to Aunt Ellen."
Nathaniel reassured her, "Ah, it's just a phase she'll grow out of it"
The next day
Natty woke up and went to the mirror to brush her hair and screamed, her hair was short!
A maid, María ran in, "What? What is it your Highness?"
María took one look at Natty and knew what was happening, "Oh dear! Congratulations! You got your shanila!"
Natty scoffed, "It's so ugly, okay tell Mr. Roberto to make me a wig immediately."
"B-but, your Highness, you can't put a wig over it!" María protested.
"So what? If you can't tell Mr. Roberto, then tell Mrs. Carmeníta, she's the second best tailor." Natty suggested.
But María was persistent, "Ma'am, this cannot happen, I need to tell your mother and father."
"No! Not those bitches!" Natty screamed, and chased down María to the Royal Hall.
"Woah, what's happening?" Nathaniel interjected.
Natty screamed, "This hoe tells me I can't wear a wig on my Shanila!"
"Oh you got your shanila?" Iris asked.
"No shit, now I'm gonna go ask the tailors to make me a wig!" Natty yelled.
"Oh no, no, no, you can't wear a wig, and I'm gonna tell the tailors to not make you one!" Iris scolded.
"Then I'll ask Auntie Auriana!" Natty scoffed.
"She won't agree too." Iris added.
Natty groaned and walked away, she hates her parents even tho they love her to bits and are super caring.