INVITED TO THE REUNION TO BE A “SERVER” AND BE LET OFF — BUT EVERYONE STOPS WHEN A HELICOPTER ARRIVES AND DRESSES UP AS A QUEEN IN FRONT OF THEM

Diana was always the target of temptation in High School. She was the “Scholar” who always wore old clothes. The promoters of her bullying were Fiona and Bea, the “Campus Queen Bees.”

Ten years ago. Diana received an invitation to the Grand Reunion at an exclusive resort.

The invitation read: “Diana, we heard you’re looking for a job. We’re short of a waitress for the party. Come, in uniform, okay? We’ll take care of your tip.”

Instead of getting angry, Diana just smiled. She accepted the challenge.

On the day of the reunion, her batchmates’ gowns and suits were sparkling. They were showing off their cars and businesses.

Diana arrived.

She was wearing a black maid uniform, a white apron, and her hair tied back. She had no makeup on.

Fiona and Bea immediately greeted her.

“Oh my gosh!” Fiona squealed. “Our maid has arrived! I thought you weren’t coming. Your outfit suits you so well, Diana! Very… natural.”

The whole class laughed.

“Diana,” Bea ordered. “Please refill my wine. And please clean my shoes, I spilled some juice.”

Diana followed quietly. She took a tissue and bent down to wipe Bea’s shoes. While she was on her knees, others were taking pictures of her to post on social media.

“Look,” Fiona said into the mic. “Diana, our Valedictorian before… now, she’s just our janitor. What a waste of talent if there’s no class, right?”

While they were laughing, a strong wind suddenly blew.

VROOOOM… WUG… WUG… WUG…

Table napkins flew. The girls’ hair was messy. The water in the swimming pool rippled.

“What’s that?!” they shouted. “Is there a storm?!”

They looked up. A golden Helicopter was landing right in the middle of the garden venue! It had the Royal Crest of a European country on it.

“Hello! Whose helicopter is that?!” everyone asked.

The helicopter landed. The door opened and four Elite Bodyguards and two Personal Stylists came out carrying a large box and robe.

They ran… not to Fiona, not to Bea… but to Diana.

Fiona stopped them. “Wait! Guards are not allowed here! Are you going to arrest that maid?”

The bodyguard just pushed Fiona aside.

The Head Security approached Diana and KNEELED.

“Your Highness,” the bodyguard greeted. “We are late. The Prince is waiting for you in Monaco. The Gala starts in 2 hours.”

“It’s okay,” Diana replied calmly. “I enjoyed my… roleplay.”

In front of hundreds of guests, the stylists pulled out the contents of the box.

A gorgeous Red Velvet Cape with real diamonds and a Crown.

Diana removed her apron and black uniform. (It turned out it was just Velcro).

In an instant, what she was wearing underneath was revealed: A Gold Couture Gown made in Paris, full of Swarovski crystals.

The stylist draped the cape over her shoulders and placed the crown on her head. She fixed her hair and applied red lipstick.

The “assistant” earlier… now looked like the Queen.

Fiona was stunned. Bea’s glass fell. The mocking ones earlier seemed to turn into statues in shock.

“Y-Your Highness?!” Bea stammered. “D-Diana… what does this mean?”

Diana looked at them. Her gaze was no longer gentle, but full of power.

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” Diana smiled. “I am now Princess Diana of Austria. The Duke is my husband. I am also an International Fashion Designer.”

Diana approached Fiona who was gaping.

“Fiona, thank you for the invitation,” Diana said. “I only let you wear the maid uniform because I know this is the only way to brighten up your sad lives.”

Diana snatched a Bundle of $100 Bills from her bag and threw them in Fiona and Bea’s faces.

“Here’s my tip. Keep the change. It looks like you need it to buy breeding.”

Diana turned and walked towards the helicopter while surrounded by bodyguards.

“Let’s go,” she ordered.

She boarded the helicopter and it flew away. Her classmates were left behind below—hair disheveled by the chopper’s wind, and egos shattered by the slap of truth.

From then on, no one dared to mention Diana’s name without fear and respect.