Princess Charlotte is next to have her selection. But she doesn't want one. At first.
Usually confident Charlotte, can't seem to get it together for her upcoming selection. And when all the boys arrive it becomes even more chaotic. With the pressure...
I hurried downstairs to make sure I was on time for the photoshoot. I hadn't seen any of the selected guys in the hallway so they were probably already there.
I didn't want to keep people waiting so I hustled down the corridor.
A guard saw my approach and bowed has he opened the door.
As I passed him I said, "Thank you so much."
I had the skirts of my dress bundled in my hands, trying not to drag it along the floor.
Thea had helped me get ready. I was dressed in a soft pink coloured gown. It was off the shoulder and had a corset style middle. I had kept my hair straight and loose, positioning a tiara in the top of my hair for the photos.
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"Sorry I'm late." I announce as I enter, hearing the commotion in the room bubble as the boys all try to greet me at once. I give everyone a polite smile and move to the photographer, who I know as Mr Joyce, to see what's happening.
Mr Joyce bows as I approach, "You're perfectly on time miss, some of the selected still haven't arrived yet. But we can begin with who we have here, as it might take a while to get through everyone."
I nod, "Yes, that sounds reasonable, where do you want me?"
"Just in front of the blue backdrop over there. We will have one on one photos first, with you and each of the boys, and then some more group ones." Mr Joyce says and points to the set up he has over on one side of the room with lights and the camera.
I move over onto the space and look around for someone to go first. Mr Joyce tells me to call someone up, so I motion to the closest selected.
"Oliver." I say, gaining his attention as he turns to me, "You're first." I motion for him to come stand with me.
Oliver points to himself unsure, "Me? First?"
I laugh, wanting him to relax, "Yes, come on."
Oliver quickly comes over, dressed in a neat looking dark grey suit. His orange curls are left loose, but tamed back a little with gel.
Oliver has such a cute smile when he's nervous.
Mr Joyce looks at our positioning, "Ok Charlotte, Oliver, first one everyone has to do the same, face inwards towards each other, yep, and Charlotte hands together, Oliver hands at your sides. Perfect."
I quickly glance back at Oliver who's fidgeting with his blazer, "You look handsome Oliver, relax."
"Thanks Charlotte. You look incredible too." He whispers back and gives me a nervous grin.
"Looking this way please," Mr Joyce says, "Alright and 3, 2, 1."
The camera flashes as I stand straight and smile, hopefully my eyes not being closed.
"Excellent." Mr Joyce says after quickly glancing at the result on his laptop screen, "Now Charlotte can I get you facing the other corner. This one you can do what you want more or less. Oliver you can put your arms around Charlotte if you wish."
