Mrs. Maybe Not

Chapter 1

"Oh my goodness, doesn't she just look beautiful?" One of the ladies asks, spinning me around to look into the mirror.

Beautiful was pushing it. I looked like I just got done at a sleepover with a blindfold makeover. If that doesn't give you a good enough image, of how I looked, in other words I look like complete sh*t.

"Brittney, my dear. Oh I might cry." My mother gushes.

I roll my eyes. Of course I looked gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, whatever word you wanted to use, I was worth roughly 36 million dollars, and everything I was wearing, screamed royalty.

I'm sorry, are you lost?

My name's Brittney Klable, and I'm currently having my make up and hair done, for my wedding in oh about 3 hours, to a man who had ruined my life. I was 18, and about to marry Caleb Newman. Yes, the Prince. You see when I was just barely 20 minutes old, my father ran into the King who's wife had just had twin girls. Hearing that my father's wife had just had a daughter, King Patrick took that as a sign, since they had been looking for a girl to marry Caleb when they were both old enough.

So my father took him in to meet me, and King Patrick offered them a nice deal. 2 million dollars a year, to have me as their future daughter in law. All they had to do, was move into the castle, and when I turned 18, give me over to Caleb.

My parents, of course needed the money, and took them up on their offer. 18 years of my life, I lived with King Patrick, Queen Ally, Caleb, Lilly, and Macy. The snotty, royal family.

"Brittney, have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" Ally snaps at me.

"No ma'am." I respond, looking up at her. "Can you repeat yourself?"

"If you plan to marry my son, you must look beautiful. If you look like something we picked up off the side of the road, the kingdom won't approve, now will they? And we only have 3 hours to perfect you. So please stop daydreaming, and pay attention." She rolls her eyes, and gestures for someone to come forward. "Abby, here will be taking care of your hair."

A little red head, who couldn't be any older than me, steps towards me and smiles.

"Get to work." Ally snaps, turning away and going back to talk to the bridesmaids.

Abby, starts messing with my hair, combing through it and mumbling to herself. I close my eyes, trying to forget that I'm about to get married to my worst nightmare.

"Brittney, I know what Caleb did to you. I know that you're panicking right now." Abby whispers in my ear. "Run while you can. He's like his mother. They're mean and nasty when they're younger. But after you get married, you're stuck with him. And he won't let you out of here."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I ask her, a little suspicious.

"I know he raped you." She whispers back. "I know that all those bruises weren't from being clumsy or rough housing with your sister."

I turn towards her, looking her in the eyes. Her eyes were glistening with tears. "Abby, how?"

She shook her head. "Just get out while you can."

I nod and turn back around, so she can finish my hair. Roughly an hour later, she finishes and puts a flower crown on me.

"I'm sorry, Brittney. I hope something good happens today for you." Abby whispers to me, before handing me back to Ally.

I bite my lip, waiting to hear Ally complain about my hair. Instead she smiles, "Brittney, your hair looks amazing, now we can work harder on your make up to make sure you don't look like a clown out there."