The Six - The Selection fanfic

6. A lot of girls

All of the sudden, one of the guards came, placing himself between me and the journalist, saying, "Please come with me, Miss Davenport." I nodded slightly and gave the journalist an apologetic look.

The guard lead me and the others to the limousine waiting on us and we all sat down one by one. Ruby instantly took one of the magazines and a glass of something bubbly and ignored us. Ophelia looked at the candy with big eyes before she took some and turned on the tv.

I, however, still wondering about the video, looked out of the window, when all of a sudden I could hear Ophelias voice saying, "Look Liviana! You are on the tv!" I quickly moved my gaze from the outside to the tv inside the car. There I could see what the journalist talked about. How I seemed to have some type of grace when I bent down to the little girl and talked to her. The headline was "Number one in ratings, the unexpected Six, Liviana Davenport!''.

Why am I number one? I don't have any qualities that a queen should have. Besides, I still don't want the crown. Or do I? I mean, it would help my family and my children would never know how it is to almost freeze to death or go starving. I also don't mind the climate here. I guess that I never really thought about it. I have to decide what I want when I met the prince tomorrow. So I guess I got 24 hours before I have to know what I want.

But as time pass by, I can see how the scenery changes and all of a sudden there are people everywhere, some holding signs and on some of them I could even see my name! Behind all the masses I could see, what I assumed was the palace. For every minute that went the place looked bigger and bigger, as we were getting closer and closer.

When we drove through the gate to the palace, the masses disappeared and changed to open grass and some guards. We drove into, what I assume is the garage and the doors to the limo opened. Outside were, what I assume, was a maid and we stepped out of the car and she started speaking.

"Welcome. If you follow me, you are going to get to meet the other girls." She started walking and we followed.

We walked into, what I think was the service entrance, walked down the hall, and went up the stairs. When we got up the stairs and the maid opened the door we walked into a great hall. I looked around seeing golden decor and expensive-looking paintings on the walls. The ceiling was very high up and the stairs in front of us were massive with a beautiful golden stair railing.

Just below the stairs about all of the girls, the Selected was standing and chatting away, while probably waiting for us. When we reached them a lady cleared her throat before speaking in a loud and clear voice.

"Okay, settle down ladies." Everyone got quiet.

"Now that almost everyone is here we will start the process. My name is Mrs. Parrish and I am here to help you girls learn and follow the royal etiquette, so you won't make complete fools of yourselves." Mrs. Parrish looked over the group, with what looked like a quite disapproving look. "But before you girls get your manners fixed, we need to fix your looks. If you girls are going to represent the royal family you need to look like royalty."

As Mrs. Parrish finished her sentence, the room got suddenly filled with cameras and staff. We got to follow some of the staff downstairs, to what I assumed was a part of the cellar or something. This room was filled with clothing racks, lamps, chairs, hair and makeup stations. One member of the staff asked me to follow her. When I did I meet two girls that said that they were my hair and makeup artist. They started talking about my hair, asked me a few questions about it and what they were allowed to do, and then go to work. For your information, I told them to do whatever they thought fit me. Since my hair type is quite curly (the hairstylist said something about a 2c-3a curl whatever that means) they said that I need moisture in it and definition (?). So she started with washing my hair with shampoo and then she had something thick in my hair and started combing it. It took a while since my hair was quite tangled, but then she washed that out and used another cream that she said to not wash out. She then proceeded to put my hair up in something satin-like and told the other girl to start on my face.

This girl had colorful makeup and said that her name was Sage. Sage started with my skin, putting on facial oils and stuff. Then she started pulling hairs from my eyebrows. She then said that since I had very pretty eyes and features and that she would make sure that she enhanced them. Then she asked about my preference when it came to makeup. I told her I never really got the chance to use it, but that I think I like it, but I'm not the biggest fan of all these crazy colors on me. Sage then nodded and said she was going to do something quite fun, but natural.

I liked the finished look. She did soft-looking eyes, but my eyes look really green instead of that dull green they usually look. The warm shades of brown and gold she used also really matched my warmer skin tone and my dark brown hair. Speaking of my hair, it framed my face in a completely different way than before. My face didn't look as sharp and I look... softer. When I walked over to the stylist that was going to give me my dress, he complimented the girls that had worked on me and said that they had done a "marvelous job" before giving me a dark green ball gown. But it wasn't with that puff skirt that some of the girls got. This was elegant with its simple golden details and went all the way down to the floor without being tight. It was quite flowy and I could move well in it. Then I got the question if I could walk in heels which I didn't even have to answer, because when I got the question I probably looked a bit panicked and he just said, "It's fine darling, I had a pair of flats for you just in case. But you will need to learn how to walk in heels if you are going to become the new queen." He winked at me.

In this complete mess, I had forgotten for a while why I was here. But are these people cheering for me? My mind went back to that journalist. There are actually people out there rooting for me.