Picking a Prince

Chapter 1

I enter my room so I can change for my big party. I ring for America and wait for her to come. I still can't believe that one guy how dare he think he could talk to me like that.

"Your highness," America says stepping in.

"America please come help me out of this beautiful creation."

"Of course."

"I have to tell you about this one guy."

"Do tell!"

"Well he comes out all cocky like and doesn't even now just says princess."

"No way."

"Yes! That's not even the worst part."

"Goodness."

"Then he ask about my bra size!"

"Oh my God. He really thought he could say that?"

"Yes."

"Well maybe he didn't want to be here. Did you think of that?"

"No, I didn't."

Once we get my dress off America goes to get my party dress. I'm so excited to see what she has made.

"Close your eyes," America says.

I close my eyes as she comes in with a few other maids. I feel the fabric agents my skin. It feels so amazing.

"Okay you can open your eyes," America says slowly turning me towards my mirror.

"America," I gasp in complete awe. (Above photo)

"I know it's amazing."

"I can't wait to dance the night away in this."

"You better. If not my hard work has gone to waste."

"You should be a fashion designer instead of my maid."

"I'm both your highness. I couldn't ask for a better job."

"Your to kind America. I love you," I say giving her a hug.

"I love you too. Now please go party the night away and happy birthday."

I rush out of my room and to the ball room. I can't believe how beautiful it is. Everyone's eyes are on me as usual. I seek out one of the boys for a first dance.

I walk up to Scotty,"Would you like to dance?"

"Of course Princess."

He takes me by the hand and leads me to the dance floor. As the music plays we glide over the dance floor every swoop and turn perfectly combined with the music. Sadly the music stops before a new song starts.

"Thank you for the dance sir," I say.

"Thank you for choosing me for your first dance."