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A Day in the Life of a Princess

I sat, glaring furiously at the crackling fire. Rubbing the soft fluffy brown couch I sat on.

I looked around at the chocolate brown walls. A fountain could be heard over in the corner.

I was wearing my silk shorts and fluffy hoodie that I had slept in the previous day. It was unbelievably cozy.

Yet, I still glared at the fireplace. Knowing that these precious moments of peace would not last. I was clutching my blanket tightly, my knuckles were turning white.

A soft knock on the door made me jump.

"Miss Macy? May I come in?" Asked the familiar voice that brought calm to all my buzzing thoughts.

"Yes, Anastasia." I said clearly, standing up abruptly.

Anastasia, my personal maid, stepped in. She had honey coloured hair and soft green eyes. She had thin lips, but you could tell that she was a kind girl. Anastasia had eye bags, but her eyes looked wide awake.

Anastasia pulled out a baby blue dress from her supplies bag. I could tell it had a corset. It had frilly, white, lace ribbons wrapped around the torso.

Anastasia nodded and said firmly but kindly, "First of all, we have to get you into this contraption. It may take some time though."

I nodded and gulped and stated flatly in my soprano voice, "Let's start then."

Getting into my dress was an experience. A very difficult, experience. It took me ten minutes to get it correctly. Of course Anastasia helped me, but she knew that I mostly liked to be independent.

The dress flared slightly at the hips, creating a river of fabric behind me.

"We'll do hair next, it won't be much though," chuckled Anastasia... "I was surprised at how simply they told me to do your hair."

Anastasia was right, it wasn't much. She curled the ends of my hair.

I was about to compliment the way she had done it, when she sprayed a more than reasonable amount of hair spray. Of course, that left me gagging.

"Miss Macy! I'm so sorry, ma'am! Oh gosh, I'm so stupid!" Fussed Anastasia, flushing barbie pink.

"It's okay, Anastasia. I'm fine. See, no harm done," I said gesturing at myself, clearly showing her how I was completely fine.

She nodded and walked over to the bag near the corner. She pulled out many chrome metal bags.

"Makeup." Said Anastasia, shoving me to the powder room.

I turned to face her, she then said smiling, "Now, let's get your ceremony face on. But, you'll be facing me, not the mirror. I want it to be a surprise!"

"Okay..."

So she then continued, first painting on concealer and foundation. The cream continued down my neck. It even, in fact, crawled over my bare shoulders. The dress had poofy shoulders, but they hung from my shoulders, not on top.

She then combed some weird gel over my eyebrows. Next, I could feel Anastasia brushing bristly brushes over my eyelids. I could feel a heavy powder adding weight to my eyes.

'Almost done?' I whined in my head.

The brushing continued for another minute, then a cold substance went along near my eyelashes, and in my waterline.

'Eyeliner', I thought bitterly.

When she was all finished, Anastasia giggled, "Ooh! You look gorgeous ma'am!"

I gave her a large smile and said, "Thank you so much, Anastasia!"

My face felt heavy, so it was hard so smile. She spun me around, and I gasped loudly.

I had gotten ready for ceremonies before, but I had never looked so, well... Beautiful. There was no way around it, it was the makeup, but so beautiful.

The girl looking at me through the mirror was aware, calm. She had large doe eyes, which was weird for me. I guessed it was the eyeliner hard at work.

This could not possibly be the same Macy. It couldn't be. But it was.

The Mirror Macy studied me. She had pink lips, and bright red cheeks. Her eyelids had been done as a smoky-silver effect. Mirror Macy was more tanned (foundation), and her hair, same as usual... Except the curls at the bottom.

Mirror Macy had a reddish, brownish, blondish, blackish colour. I could never figure out specifically what colour it had been, so I usually just said brown.

"Oh! Miss Macy! The ceremony starts in seven minutes! We best be off!" Cried Anastasia, who was now in the other room putting away the chrome bags, "Oh! Ma'am! I almost forgot! Your shoes!"

She twirled in, a pair of gorgeous high heels in her hands. They matched the dress, baby blue, and were three inches high.

She wiggled her honey eyebrows and said calmly whilst putting the shoes on the ground, "There you go miss Macy! Oh quick! Six minutes!"

I nodded vigorously and sighed, I stepped into the shoes.

I knew I was going to stagger, but I was definitely not expecting to topple back.

I stood up without help, because Anastasia was in the other room.

I twisted the handle of the door, Anastasia had already left. Standing there, outside my door... Was a handsome yet arrogant looking man my age. 19.

He had straight black hair, freshly washed. He had a long nose, and a handsome yet harsh complexion.

He jaw was hard. He smiled. Revealing sparkling teeth.

He had a pair of long white gloves in one hand, and held it up.

"Thought you might want these." He grinned.

He had a deep voice, scary. I snatched the gloves and threw them to the couch.

"No." I spat.

"Of course." He said.

I finally recognized him. Luke Batter.

"Luke Batter!" I snarled.

Luke just smiled and ducked his head.

"We better get going, Macy." He chuckled.

We walked down the stone corridor, we passed Anastasia.

We turned around to get down another corridor. At the end of that hall, great big oak doors stood ten feet in the air.

Beside the doors, a tall girl with white blonde hair stood, she had cruel brown eyes and a large nose. She wore a tight and revealing, long white dress and had a glass of champaign in one hand. She had large eyes, topped with about a pound of eyeliner and eyeshadow on.

Luke, who had his arm looped around my waist, released me immediately and strode over to the girl.

He kissed her on her cheek and muttered in her ear, "Hey Valentine." He then called to me, "Macy! This is my girlfriend, Valentine!"

I raised my eyebrows as he stroked her face, "I'll see you inside then, Valentine."

"Yeah. Bye Luke." She said in a deep, attractive voice.

Valentine walked over to the doors and slipped between them.

"Let's go then, Macy." Stated Luke, walking towards me once more.