Fed up with their strong-headed, rebellious son, the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Terrigal come up with a plan for him to settle down by sending invitations to all the eligible young women of the land, to contest for his love, much to the Prince...
The sun had not even risen yet but Avery was wide awake, lying in her bed. This was it, the day had finally arrived, Monday the first of August. The contest would began in just a few hours time and she was going to be watched closely, and everything she did was going to be noted down and assessed whether to see if she was worthy to be the Prince's bride but that wasn't really what was on her mind, but the news articles and photos from Friday at the reopening of the orphanage.
The media had completely blown everything out of proportion, when the Prince came to her and Wendy's (the little orphaned girl) rescue. There were so many things about them on the internet and tabloids over the weekend, until the King and Queen finally put a stop to them yesterday evening, but the damage was already done. She had received some rude comments from the public along with cold shoulders and glares from some of the eligibles, mostly from Raquel and her friends envious of her for getting the Prince's attention.
Releasing a sigh Avery turned on her side and looked out of the window through the curtains that the wind was blowing, seeing the presence of the sun in the distant horizon as many thoughts ran through her mind. Madam Eunice had warned her and the other contestants that it was going to be difficult from now onwards as she wouldn't be helping them, or letting them know if they were doing the right things or not. They were on their own now. Sitting up in bed, she said a quick word of prayer before throwing the quilt off her and padded barefoot over to the window, drawing the curtains aside then going into the bathroom to freshen up for the day before going down to the kitchen to grab something hot to drink in a light pink shirt and long grey pyjama pants that had white clouds on them with matching grey night slippers.
The Royal family was kind enough to allow full access to the kitchen for eligibles, so whenever they felt hungry, they were more than welcome to find something to eat in the grand kitchen and she was in the mood for some hot beverage.
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"Good morning Avery." The head Chef smiled from the second island with the sink in the kitchen, where she was chopping vegetables.
"Good morning June." Avery greeted her, going over to that island.
"Sleep well?"
"Umm..." Avery gnawed on her bottom lip, leaning against the island.
The Chef gave her an encouraging smile, sensing her uneasiness and nerves. "Okay, what would you like to have?"
"Oh, you don't have too. I can make something myself."
June waved a hand dismissively. "I was already working on breakfast."
"Okay...umm, I'll just have a hot chocolate please."
"Just hot chocolate?"
"Yes please."
"Alright."
A few minutes later, June placed a mug of steaming hot chocolate and a slice of pie.
"I've been told that my apple pie helps after a sleepless night."
