The Girl Who Lost Everything

Getting Ready

"Katerina! Katerina... Ugh... I so wish I wouldn't have to do this.." a high pitched voice spoke into my ear.

HOOOOONKKKKK

"AAAAHHH! WHAT.."
"Good morning Miss! It's the big day and you have so much ahead of you!" The Girl standing over me was about my age. Still teen but she was wearing the maids uniform. Poor girl.
"It's lovely that YOU get to marry a Prince! It's every little girl's dream!" Except I was 14 and I had no intention of getting married!
"Up up! Get up!" A distant voice called. I recognised it. The witch. That was my nickname for her now.
"Sorry girl, I gotta go tell the stylists to get ready. Good luck with..her.." With that, she hurried away. Smiling at the witch as they passed eachother.
"I said up!" Called the witch again. I swore that I would slap her if she said that again. I hopped up and wiped the sleep out of my tired eyes. She walked over, once again never lifting a foot off of the ground. It's pretty creepy if you asked me.
"Go down the hall and to the right. We are behind schedule and the media will be here any time now so HURRY!" She shouted right in my face. My cheeks turned red with fury as I passed her. I stopped in my tracks and while she wasn't looking, put my middle finger up at the cruel woman. I chuckled silently and carried in my journey.
"OOH! KAT ER EE NAAAAA!" I recognised the posh voice. Barnaby!! I missed him so much. He was like my only friend in this world left. I turned towards the sound and he sped walked towards me.
"Darling! You look a mess! To the stylists right away!" Why does everyone keep saying that!?
"It's that door right there! They'll take care of you. Oooh! Here." He handed me a small device with one single black button on it.
"What is this for!?" I asked, completely lost.
"For whenever you need me. Only for emergencies though! I only get a certain amount of fuel imported a day!"
"Wait.. Fue-"
"Gotta run! I'll be at the wedding! Take care darling!" He speed walked away and through a door which sounded like there were many people outside. Probably the media that Nancy was talking about.
I carried on with my mission and entered a room of 3 stylists. One hair, one make-up and one for clothes. Now, these ladies were strange. Their hair was venomously sprayed into awkward positions. The hair artist had her light blue locks in a gorgeous bow. I liked her the best. If I can say so myself, she was beautiful. The make-up stylist had vibrant purple hair in waves sticking above her olive coloured skin. She was very energetic. But had an extremely steady hand. Last of all, he clothing fashionista. She didn't go OTT but her hair was the longest train that you would ever see. It almost reached the floor. She wore all pink and white. Stripes tights and everything. She reminded me of my young childhood...
"Sit sit!" Said the make-up stylist.
"I'll be doing your make-up. I'm Alicia by the way. Do you have any allergies?" Her voice was low but a pitch that anyone could hear easily.
"No."
"Let's get to it then!" She efficiently and carefully studies my face, drawing lines with special make up pencils and crayons. The finally started filling areas in with foundation, concealer and all types of sweet smelling shadows on my eyes. She then blended in together carefully and smiled at her creation. She swivelled my chair to face the mirror and my jaw dropped at the sight of me. I never really wore makeup so it was a surprise to me. The dramatic black eye shadow, gliding across my eyelids and the midnight red lips finished the look off, making me look stunning.
"Now darling. Before the reception, wet your face with water. Nothing will wash off. The make-up will turn the opposite colour to what it is so your eyes will turn a slight grey and your lips will turn a luscious pink. Okay?" It's a lot to take in. The magic of make-up is amazing.
"Yes. Thankyou, Alicia." She curtsied in front of me and sad in the place of the hair dresser.
"Hello darling. I'm Bethany and I'll be doing your hair according to the style of make-up." She studied my face carefully and suddenly, her eyes lit up. She had an idea.
"This may hurt but it will be worth it, darling." She pulled the bands out of my hair, letting the plaits loose. She separated the hair, turning it to a silky curtain of curls. I gasped as she brought my hair up into the simple bun. I didn't understand why she looked at my face for so long to give me a bun! Then, she tugged one piece of hair and it flowered into an array of tight curls in a small bun shape.
"This looks amazing!" I cried, smiling so much that my jaw hurt.
"Your welcome Katerina." With that, she sat in the place of the Fashionista and crossed her legs over, studying the works of her friend.
"Hello. I'm Lucia. I'm going to find you a wedding dress that will instantly turn into a reception dress. I already have one in mind but we will see what suits you." She spoke extremely fast and didn't seem to even breathe during those sentences.
"Okay!"
"Let's goooo!" She smiled. As dragged me to a room full of dresses of all kinds, ball gowns, long trains, everything and anything you could ever think of.
"Okay. So a ball gown would suit you but I'm not sure if they have one in your size SO we will get you a long train with a bow so that if you pull the bow, the train will tuck into the skirt and turn into a party dress. Okay?"
"Yes." After about two hours of trying on dresses and fitting me into gowns of all sizes, we found one that fits perfectly and has the bow like she said. We travelled back to the room with all of my stylists. I thanked them and left the room. Its time for the wedding.

Authors Note
Omg! Wedding time! This was extremely long for me so I'm pretty proud! :D
Thank you guys! Love you all!