The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 4

I knew last night when I mentioned Aunt Francine it would leave things sputtered, but that was my only way to get Maria to change her mind.
Truth is, when I had first moved in I had spoke back to Maria with an attitude, but who wouldn't? Anyways, she smacked me knocking my glasses off my face. Not only did she get me new glasses, but she guaranteed me anything I wanted; but it wasn't jewels or fame...it was to see Aunt Francine again, but I had to do this at the cost of keeping quiet and not telling dad. I haven't, but I'd bring Aunt Francine up in random conversations when Maria didn't listen to me, and that's how I get my way.
After supper that night, Maria corned me and snarled at me telling me 'I better not ever pull a stunt like that again!' But I will if I please. But my point is, she gave and told me that she'll drive me to see her after breakfast.
It's kind of hilarious to see the fear in her eyes.
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I woke at the crack of dawn, my blonde hair tossed around my head like a attracted bee hive.
After I took a shower, and combed out the beehive I decided to get ready for breakfast.
I pull on my white t-shirt with my denim overalls that are the same thing but are cut at my thighs, revealing my light tan legs.
I slowly put on my black and white converses, and I pull my blonde hair back, and my black nerdy glasses rested on my nose.
Ready to start the day, I rush down stairs and start breakfast. I see dad coming down the stairs, his hair slick back and a nice polo shirt and khakis on.
"Hey Dad!"
I cut the stove off and dash to the stairs and embrace him.
"Hey Delilah! You making breakfast?"
I give him a comforting smile,
"As always."
And I walk away, leaving him slightly confused but that ends eruptively when Maria comes down stairs with a pretty floral dress that looked like it would belong to a 50's house wife!
I walk over to our dining room, setting the table and placing the food on the plates, as I and the others have a seat.
Once all of us are seated and are about to eat dad slowly pulls out two cream covered envelopes...
"This is the surprise,"
He hands Genevieve one of the two cream colored envelopes with Genevieve Khroker; then he leans over and hands it to me, which is labeled Delilah Primar.
"Go on, read it..."
Genevieve rips the envelope eager to see but I just slit it open patiently, and begin to read the letter...
A recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa.
My stomach drops, but I continue the reading.
Our beloved prince, Augustus Schreave, is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa.
I feel the anxiety kicking in as Genevieve let's out a scream of excitement.
If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Augustus and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince. Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Palace in Angeles for the duration of their stay. The families of each participant who are in the caste four or lower will be generously compensated for their service to the royal family. We hope you all make the right decision, because the future Daughter of Illéa is out there somewhere. Good luck with the raffle, and the selected will be chosen soon.
My heart skips a beat...me? The princess of Illéa? Now that my friend, is an unthinkable thought.