The Selection ~ Next Generation ~ Fanfiction

Faking Identity

A week later, the girls arrived. They come in carriages like I had when I arrived. Each one's walk was a little different, one had an intimidating strut, another had a sheepish walk and looked constantly cautious, and others looked quite proud to be here at the palace. But one thing was similar about them all, they were all here to compete.

The past week I'd seen Prince Edmond in the halls. Every time I looked at him he was wearing the same plain smile. Although, the smile wasn't always the same; it kept shrinking. I wonder what work he had to do that made him look so sad. It was like his whole life was just putting on a fake smile and wearing it. The thought of that made me sick.

The idea was that I was going to be presented as Felicity Shalom, a girl who didn't want to be in the Selection. So, from now on, I would be called Felicity. Felicity lives in Honduragua and no one knows much about her, that makes it easier to pretend I'm her. To say the truth, I don't know why I have to fake my identity; maybe it's so the other girls don't know I got a head start at the palace.

I was sent to my room. I was ready to become one of The Selected. Surely the girls would be nice to me. It was a dream of mine that I've always wanted, and now I have the chance to become the princess of Illéa.

As I turned the door, two ladies that I remember from the scene in the basement came over.

"Hello." I say shyly.

They stop dead in their tracks. Darn, they remember.

"Oh! I recognize you." The one that I remember to look extremely tired said. The other nodded in agreement.

"Come here." I say, closing the door behind. "I'm faking my identity. So now call me Felicity."

"Got it, Felicity. My name is Miriam, and this is Darcy." The taller one with brunette hair replies, motioning to the shorter, more timid, girl.

"Okay. Miriam and Darcy." I say this with confidence, though it's more like a mask I put on. To be honest, I'm going to forget the names right away.

"Felicity," Miriam starts and then winks, "Come sit over here." She points to a chair displayed next to a huge vanity.

"Oh, gosh. This is very fancy." I gush as I sit down on the chair. Miriam turns the chair so it's facing the mirror and then places a cape around me. "This is so the mess we make doesn't get on the floor." She tells me.

"Wait, what mess?" I ask.

"We are going to make you look like a princess!" Darcy squeals.

Sorry for the short chapter!