Once Upon A Pink Suitcase|✔️

Chapter Six:

I unlock the door to our apartment holding it open for Abigail and Owen.

Abigail walks straight I and heads to our room.

Owen gives a little thank you nod and heads to his room.

*sigh*

"Could this get any worse?" I mutter to myself.

"Hey!" says a clearly nervous Thomas, I guess I would be too, after telling me what he did.

"Hi..." I mumble, defeated and tired.

"Uh...good luck tonight, I mean like with the Selection and stuff."

"Thanks." I respond, looking at the way he leans against the wall. Just looking, and remembering. Who knows, my days of seeing that could be little. "But I probably won't get Selected because..."

He puts his finger to my lips, "don't finish that sentence. If Prince William can not have one good reason not to want to in his Palace."

"But..." I interject.

"But nothing. If you don't get Selected he is missing out, but at least I won't be."

A blush creeps up into my cheeks, "I-I guess so.

"I know so" he replies, looking at me with that really cute half smile.

I look towards the door, and I think Thomas notices.

"Want to come over? For the announcements?" I say.

"It would be my honor." he says smiling. "I could be having dinner with the future princess for all I know.

I laugh, "Come over at 6:00, you can join us for dinner, like old times."

He laughs, remembering our awesome family dinners.

"I would love to."

"See you then!"

He kisses me on the check, "I wouldn't miss it, or dare to be late."

Dad was a big "on time" person, which makes since because he was post-military. Which is a reason why I was never late, not even to T-Ball practice.

I slip into the apartment and head straight to my room. If I were to be chosen, I would need to leave for the palace tomorrow morning, my flight would leave at 8:00 am sharp from the main city airport, where me and other girls from near by counties would join us. And that airport is always a zoo, so I would need to get up bright and early, not even to mention the time I would need to spend making my self look good, or even decent. I live in the New York County, all the other New England counties would be on this flight. Then there are West, South, Midwest and Royalty flights. I pack my small coral suitcase with the basics: hairbrush, makeup, face wash, shampoo, hair ties, lady products, underwear, family photos, deodorant, bras, nice bras, socks, tights and my wallet. Then clothes I want, even though my clothes with be provided by the Palace, I should get a free Saturday or something to dress in what I want right? So I neatly fold and pack: leggings of many styles, all in black, sweatpants, sweatshirts, my fuzzy pj bottoms, tank tops, other random shirts I love, skinny jeans, and my favorite sweater. Then I throw in one set of heels, one set of flats, and my flip flops. Looking at my drawer I see it's mostly empty..., so I pull out clothes from both my drawer and suitcase that are the small side and put them in a pile to store for Abigail. I zip the suitcase and put in over by the window along with my Selection day outfit, which we are instructed to wear.

I look over at Abigail who apparently has been watching me this whole time, instead of reading her book.

"Guess who is coming over?" I say, attempting to break the silence.

"WHO?!?" She sequels, making me forget the emotionless person she was a couple hours ago.

"Thomas!" I squeal back, kind of blushing.

"Yay!" she shouts, Abigail loves Thomas like another older brother. She really lucked out in the sibling department, not so much in the parent department. "Ohhh do you like him?!?" she whispers, noticing the blush creeping in my cheeks.

"Maybe..."

"Yay! You could marry him and he would officially be my brother!" She says, liking the idea of him being her brother and there being a wedding.

I just hope she will live to see me married, after all it could not be for five more years. She deserves that time though. She deserves to get married herself. Go to college, have kids, buy a house, see her kids get married, see her grandchildren, live to fifty, live to a hundred...

"Maybe..." I say picturing us up on the alter. "I should go make dinner after all, he probably expects nothing but perfection on a plate."

"Please Saige, you can make broccoli taste good. Whatever you make he will love." she chirps, turning her attention back to the book.

All you need is an eleven year old to make you feel better.

I decide to make nice dinner. Well nicer dinner. After all, it is announcement night aaannd Thomas was coming over. I chop carrots, celery, potatoes, and add peas to my little mixture. Sautéing them in one pan, I start a gravy mixture in the other, and pop puff pastry circles in the oven. Once the carrots are kind of cooked, I add them to my gravy. Spooning my veggie/gravy stuff in a line across one end of the plate, I place my circle of puff pastry along the top of the line, and putting some green herb we have in the fridge on top.

I set the tabling getting ready for 6:00. I place utensils, full water glaces, put cloth napkins and salt and pepper down.

Knock knock knock!

Exactly five minutes before 6:00, and two hours and five minuets before announcements.

authors note:
yes stuff with Thomas is going down! can't wait until next chapter! please vote/comment/share!

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