Back in Eleanor's luxury villa, Jon looked at the sleeping baby he was now the mother of for the next month, sleeping quietly in his cradle. He turned to Zoe and said, "Do you know anything about caring for an infant?" Zoe, now in the body of Amber, turned to her brother now princess and said, "Of course not, you dolt."
Zoe suddenly collapsed to her knees. "What's wrong?" Jon asked his sister turned servant. "You think I know, you blockhead?" Which led to another jolt of pain.
Jon, in his new princess body, looked thoughtful for a second and said, "Amber, you know what Kalea said about enhancements to your body? Amber is my personal assistant to me. I think you have to act the part."
"You mean I have to be your goddamn servant? I could be at the Snakepit and instead I have to serve my brother." With that, Zoe almost collapsed from another jolt of pain. "Fine, I guess I don't have a choice, your majesty." With that, she stood up and looked at a paper in her new breast pocket. "It says here you don't have anything planned for the next two days, but there is a dinner with Kalea and 'other selected guests' Friday evening. In the meantime, your majesty may enjoy herself and let me know if she needs anything." The last bit was said with some sarcasm.
"Well, I am thirsty, Amber," Jon said. "Could you get me a glass of orange juice?"
Zoe was about to give a snarky remark and deal with the pain, but instead found herself saying "Yes, right away, your majesty," albiet with barely restrained hostility and turned to the villa's private kitchen.
With Zoe gone, Jon looked down and said to the still sleeping princess Victoria, "Well, little one, I guess I'm your mom for the next month. I hope I don't mess things up."
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Zoe was grumbling. "I can't believe I'm taking orders from my older brother. I didn't want to go on this damn trip and now I'm a stupid servant on top of it." After getting the orange juice, she turned to a mirror and saw a tall woman in a practical ankle-length skirt, dress shirt, and jacket. She had jet black hair in a sleek ponytail with minimal makeup despite her attractive features. She looked professional, modest, the very image of someone who stood behind a wealthy celebrity to take orders.
Zoe got to the room with the new Eleanor and the still sleeping Victoria. "Here is your orange juice, your majesty," she said, still angry she had to do this. "May I retire to my room?"
Jon looked at Zoe, usually the goth girl with a bad attitude now acting as a good servant, and said, "Yes, you may go." With that, Zoe gave a short curtsey and went to the room with "Amber Turner" on the door plate and lay on the bed thinking about how long this month was going to be.
Back in the nursery, Jon burst out in laughter at the absurdity of the situation, almost waking little Victoria. Zoe had always been a bratty kid and now she was literally waiting on him hand and foot. "It's only for a month," Jon thought to himself. "Maybe Zoe will learn something."
