Royalty

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She looks at me with raised eyebrows and then nods, "Tell that to the guys inside. For now, fill out that form and take a number," She says and then goes back to her computer. I peek at the screen to find her on a website named Tumblr; that can't be for work. I take the clipboard that has the form on it and a sticker that has the next number on it, number 16.

I grab a pen as well and take a seat across from the other girls and read over the form. I fill out some of the things I can actually answer like my age, weight, height etc. The rest is asking me about my experience (which I have none of) and such.

"Number 14?" A woman asks opening the door to another room. A girl with blonde hair and tan long legs stands up and hurries through to the lady.

"Where'd you get your dress?" The girl opposite me asks with a smile. I look at her outfit, everything looks new and expensive.

"I uh-I made it," I say shyly and pick at the skin around my nails.

"No way! It's so pretty; I'd pay good money for something like that," She replies grinning widely. She's definitely a model, no questions asked. She just has the look, I guess. I don't actually know what the hell I'm doing here, I have no experience and compared to these girls I'm dirt. Literal dirt on the back of your shoe.

"Thank you," I respond and go back to picking at my nails.

My stomach grumbles and I suddenly remember that I haven't eaten so I scratch around my bag until I can find my apple. When I finally find it I bring it up to my lips to take a bite and then, of course, my number is called. I put my apple away hastily and take my clipboard with me as I head for the lady. She smiles at me and we walk into the room. It's quite big and spacious. There's a long desk on the side of the room with three people seated behind it, two women and a balding man. In front of them is a comfy looking plush chair and on the other side of the room there's a white backdrop with a camera stand in front of it.

I quickly walk towards the people and stop suddenly as a dizzy spell overpowers me. Darn it, I really should've eaten.

"You feeling alright?" The guy asks standing up and I notice he has a slight Irish accent, cute.

I look up at the guy and nod my head with a strained smile, my stomach is killing me.

"Great, hand us your clipboard and take a seat," He says and motions towards the chair.

I do that and sigh in content at how comfortable the chair is. When I look up I see the three people watching me.

"I'm Sandra, this is Ester and Bernard," A woman with groomed blonde hair tells me.

"I'm Paige Valentine... As you can probably read," I say with an awkward laugh, "Oh um, I was supposed to tell you that Roselyn and Jax sent me. They were very persistent with telling me to tell you that."

"Roselyn and Jax? So you haven't modelled before?" Ester asks raising her perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Uh, that'd be a no," I respond scratching my head.

"Well I can see why they liked you, you're beautiful, exactly what we're looking for," Bernard says, "But darling you're 6'3 and you weigh 45kgs? That's so unhealthy, even for a model."

I shift uncomfortably in my seat before responding, "Well it's um, not like I'm starving myself... We don't have a lot of money and I have to look after my little sisters so I don't really have extra food and even then I normally just completely forget to eat."

They look at me with concerned eyes before looking back down at the clipboard, "Well sweetheart, come over here so we can get a better look at you," Sandra says with a smile.