Which One

Sophie

Fate is what led me to this.  I swear, I've been dreaming of the selection since I was five years old.  And now I'm finally going to be in it!  Words cannot express my happiness.  When I saw my picture and my name, I knew then that I would at least get to meet the prince (I've been in love with him since I was ten), and at best, actually get married to him.  OMG!

As you can probably tell by now, I'm kind of exited and hyper.  I mean, I'm usually like this, but now more than ever.  Well, I'm crazy around people I know, but when I don't know anyone, I get really quiet and shy. 

I'm still in shock that I actually got in.  The Selected are picked because of their looks, mostly.  And their achievements, like how many languages they know.  i know a decent amount of French, and some Spanish.  Okay, I'm going to stop talking now. 

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After the plane ride (which was utterly boring), all of the girls are led into a huge room where there are stylists and maids rushing around every where. 

I waved goodbye to April and Verity as two middle-aged woman lead me over to a chair in front of a floor length mirror.  A brunette woman studies my hair critically, "I think we should lighten the bottom and curl it.  How 'bout that?"

I look at my straight brown hair and imagine the effect.  "Sure, that would be pretty!"

The woman smiles and starts trimming my hair.  Another woman with curly black hair begins to file my nails.  "What color do you want them?"

"Ooo! Ummmm... I like turquoise, if that's good."

After the hair and nails, I get makeup put on.  Then they put me in a cute pink dress that hugs my curves and stops just short of my knees. 

I glance down at my nails, examining them.  The girl did a good job.  Over the sparkly turquoise color on both of my ring fingers, there is a detailed pink flower that matches my dress.

I'm led over to a stool and a photographer motions for me to smile at the camera.  I oblige and then follow the rest of the girls.  Verity appears beside me and says, "Have you seen April?"

"Nope.  Oh, I love you hair!" I exclaim, "And your dress!"

"Thanks.  You too!" 

She's wearing a sleeveless golden dress that is longer  than mine and her reddish orange hair is cut shorter than I've ever seen it.  She looks radiant. 

April bounces up in a light blue dress with a design crawling up the side, "I am freaking out right now.  I feel like they cut my hair too short.  What if he doesn't like it?!"

"Calm yourself." Verity says,  "Your hair looks perfect like always, and you look gorgeous as ever."

The last of the selected finish getting their 'after' photos taken and the older woman who was on my plane leads us up a huge grand staircase and down a long hallway, pointing to doors and listing girls names; our rooms.

"Lady Caitlyn, Lady Sophie, and Lady April,"  The woman says, finishing the hallway, "The rest of you are in the next hall.  You will all meet the prince tomorrow, and hopefully there will be less of you to look after by tomorrow evening."

I feel April give a small shiver next to me.  We both  wave to Verity and enter our rooms.  At once, I see the three smiling faces of my maids waiting to greet me.

I grin, "Hi!"