The Selection

chapter ten

           Today, when I get to the women's room, the queen is there.
            "Ladies, next week, we will be hosting the the sister soiree,"she says," All of your female family members will be coming in to help you plan tomorrow. Thank you."
            She left. That was a surprise. What the heck is a soiree? But I am excited to see my mom and sister, Ella. Chloe stands up and starts to speak.
            "For those of you who don't know, a soiree is a fancy party." She says mockingly.
             Oh. Ok. Thank you, for once in your life being helpful.
             My group gets together to work. In about an an hour, I hear a tiny voice screaming.
              "Caroline!!!!!!"
               "Ella! Mom! I missed you!"
               "We did too!"
               They swoop me into a hug, and over mom's shoulder, I see that my friends were reunited with their sisters and moms.
               "Let's go to my room and get fitted for your dresses!" Ella squeals and we make the trek to my room. My maids adore Ella, and my mom adores my room. Ella is going to be wearing a light pink dress with a cloud-like skirt that poofs out around her, with a sparkly belt. Mom will be wearing a pretty, pink high low dress with a modest, sparkly bodice. She is the epitome of perfection in my eyes.

            

Ella is so excited, that I quietly ask the maids to make hard a few extra dresses to take home. I think they will enjoy that task.
       Planning is going swimmingly, and the party is getting closer every day.
       One day, during planning, Ella suggests that we have puppies at the party. She is an animal lover, like Madison and Chaney. They grin, and giggle and tell her that it's a great idea. But Chloe on the other hand, well, she doesn't  like that at all.
      " Ella. That's just plain stupid. It's a soiree. There are no flea bags allowed at soirees. But I wouldn't expect less from a girl who is growing up beside a girl like her.
       Ella starts crying and my mom takes her away, probably to my room to try on her dress. But I am not leaving. Oh no. Nobody messes with my family. She is 8 years old, for crying out loud.
      "Now listen, Chloe. Don't you ever go after my family. If you so much as touch her, ever again, I will find you and I will hurt you, to the point where you will regret the day you were born. She's 8 years old! What did you expect? Her to ask to import champagne?"
      "I Was just pointing out that someone like you isn't a good role model for an impressionable child. Or maybe she's just a little brat. Like you."
       " I think we should have puppies at our party. It would be fun, and she would be so happy!" Madison says.
        " Yeah right. You're just as stupid as the rest of them, aren't you."
       " First my sister, now my friends? Well your just a selfish little.."
And I blacked out. Because she punched me in the nose. It hurts. Bad. But not as bad as what will come to her when I can get up.