The Selection: Princess America

A New Start

My eyes open as light pours into my room. Mary stands next to my window as Lucy and Anne walk into the bathroom. I roll over in bed and bury my face into the warmth of my covers. My eyelids droop and my breathing slows as I fall asleep. But I am abruptly woken by the sharp sound of heals on the tiled floor. My whole body is alert and my eyes open to find Marlee walking in through the door. Her blonde hair done up perfectly. She's wearing a sharp violet shirt and a pair of black slacks accompanied by a black pair of heels. Altogether she looks professional and ready to take on her new responsibility. She gives me a quick smile and walks into the bathroom to talk with my maids. I prop myself up, as she walks out.

"Good morning, America!", she exclaims in her usual cheery voice. A smile appears on my face almost immediately.

"Good morning", I add with a plain smile, mine not as enthusiastic as hers. She walks over to me and places herself on the bed, right next to my feet.

"I have your schedule here", she says putting forward a black folder. I open it to find little scribbles entrancing the page and I simply nod.

"Your mother expects you ready in thirty minutes.", I let out an irritated groan as she continues. "Your mother wishes to see you for party planning, this will take approximately one and a half or two hours. "

"Party?", I ask calmly, but the stressed look on my face gives everything away and Marlee lets out a melodic laugh.

"Honestly America, how are you to be a Queen if you can't handle a little party. This party is for the suitors and for your colleagues and fellow politicians so that they can get to know each other. The Princess of France will be joining you."

"Why will she be joining me?", I ask out of pure curiosity. Daphne is the closest person I have to a friend alongside with all the models and singers. But I feel like I genuinely know Daphne. We first met when I was four. Me and her, dressing up and playing queens and maids.

"Princess Daphne will stay for a month. She will learn how a selection plays out as France is very inexperienced in that area. At the end of it, if she falls in love with a suitor, she may bring him home but only with his consent", Marlee says casually.

"Wait, She'll be hitting on my suitors?", I question. My blood begins to boil and my mouth forms a sneer. Marlee looks alert all of a sudden.

"Now America. Your permission is required for her to take him home. But the king and queen thought it was a good idea and they have agreed with the king and queen of France on that", she adds matter-of-factly.

"So basically what you are saying is I can't do anything to change it?"

"Unfortunately yes", she says, apologetically.

I huff and look down at my plain, white sheets. Marlee continues. I can't help but just nod, still staring down at my sheets. How dare Daphne steal my chance at love!

"After that, you are to do a quick media conference on the selection so far. ", she says casually and I am internally screaming.

"Wait...What!?", I interject as my emotions grow from happy to fearful. She nods and places a hand on mine.

"You'll be fine!", she says waving it off.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one getting humiliated and stabbed at", I add in agony.

"Stop being dramatic. If anything goes wrong I'll be there, okay?". All I can do is nod. So I just nod and she continues.

"Then lunch and then your date with Phillip Appleby", at that I look up and Marlee winks. My cheeks redden and my heartbeat fastens.

"Alright then America, I'll come and get you soon.", she adds before leaving.

"Wait", she turns and waits for my response. "How did you know about my date with Phillip?". I had never shared any information with her about my date or generally speaking with anyone. She only smiles wider. Her eyes lighting up.

"Magic!", she exclaims as she taps her nose and slips out into the hallway, closing the door lightly behind her. Whatever, she did find out about this date. All I can say is that she is truly meant for this job!

Hi Everyone!

I'm sooooo sorrry for not updating sooner. Do you like the twist I added?

I do realise it's kinda weird but it makes everything sooo much more interesting! I'm sorry if you hate it. I didn't mean for that to happen. But if you love it! Horray!

Well as you can see this is quite short. Do not worry, my friends. Part 8 will be much, much more longer! Do not worry!

Anyways Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys later.

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