I was bewildered as I was led around the palace, trying to take in the wonders around me.
There were multiple floors, every staircase was diamond in crested and the floors were shiny marble in which you could see your reflection.
Speaking of which, when I saw mine, I cringed. I'm a mess!
"Over here darling, this is your room you'll be staying in until the marriage." A maid opened a door on the fourth floor, I gasped at the inside.
It was astonishing, the walls were light blue, with a dark wood chair rail. There were dark blue velvet curtains, the same dark wood furniture, and my bed was a fluffy light blue with a sheer canopy over it.
"This... Is mine?" I asked.
"Just for you, ma'm. Now, it's time to get you fixed up." The strict maid dragged me to a different room, it was pure white walls and marble floor, white wood furniture everywhere and so many mirrors I felt dizzy.
"This is Miss. Duree, she will make you prince worthy." Said the maid quickly before rushing out of the room, all of these servants looked in such a hurry!
But when I saw Miss. Duree, I would rush out of room, also. She was terrifying, her tall, towering figure was enough to fill a room. Her hair was tall, and she was very fashionable, but her face screamed mean and I knew she was one for speaking her mind.
"Why on earth would the young, handsome prince choose her?" Was the first thing she said, her multiple assistants looking at me with sorrow and pity.
"Her hair is dreadful, she has dirt on her face and don't even burden me with starting on this girl's clothes!" She picked me apart as she measured my body.
"I beg your pardon, but I just so happened to be cleaning our attic when the prince arrived at our house, thank you very much." I spoke up with a cross of my arms.
The crowd of assistants gasped, and this fat fashion designer just stared at me.
"Men don't want a girl who speaks her mind, I'd watch my mouth, young lady."
"Speak for yourself." I muttered under my breath. She gave me one last judgmental glance before ordering her helpers around.
"Get me a dress, tight waste, flowy bottom, but not too flowy. Make sure the sleeves don't poof, that's so two days ago. I think a light pink would suit best." She said to them.
"I hate pink." I huffed, slouching.
"You'll wear what you're given. And don't slouch, it's so unattractive." Miss. Duree snapped her fingers and suddenly i was mobbed by servants with make up brushes and ribbons.
I'm beginning to regret my decision even more.
**
One hour later, after being burnt with some sort of hot rod used for curling hair and learning how to breathe in a corset, I was standing in front of a mirror, in awe of myself.
"Wow." Was all I said, staring widely at everything.
"This is why you listen to what you've been told." Miss. Duree smirked, proud of herself.
I slouched again and made sure she saw my un satisfaction, "I still hate pink."
Though I did feel beautiful, and looked like a million bucks in this expensive dress, something startled my mind. The real maiden, wherever she is, I know she's much more beautiful than I could ever look. After all, this is where she's suppose to be.
I'm just the off brand, the she's the real thing.
I was brought down to the dining hall, which was gigantic. It was a long, long mahogany table with the most food I've ever seen. There was a large, diamond chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and I was too busy staring to notice the prince standing right in front of me.
