Before the coming out

Hi. I'm Cassandra Cortez, but for all intents and purposes of this (unfortunately public) diary I go by Cassie (and if I catch you referring to me by the other C-word it shall be your head and my pike - I do own one jbtw, we're very old fashioned that way)
So, I turn sixteen in a couple of minutes. I'm sitting on the ledge in my balcony taking in my final few moments of fresh air and serenity. If any of you are remotely related to us Cortez's you'll understand exactly why, as for the rest of you; be thankful because the moment the clock says you're sixteen the circus act begins.
Tomorrow I'll have my coming out ball. Why do we even have a coming out ball? It's not like every single person in the kingdom doesn't already know who Cassandra Cortez is, I mean I haven't exactly been hidden in some dungeon all my life.
At this exact moment I'm wearing flannel pyjamas (which my mother swears to burn if she catches me in them again.) But she's too stand up for that sort of abominable act. I have been learning the way I am expected to linguistically perform in the presence of humans since I was four (so I'm crossing everything hoping for the aliens to invade soon.)
I am act gracious, courteous, merciful, kind, benevolent, altruistic and princely. Or should I say princess-ly.
Did I mention I'm a princess?
Toodles