The dress was a beautiful salmon pink, with sparkling grey heels. As I waited in line, people asked if I was a two. I gave the response, "No, I'm a six. I've been saving up since I was seven." They all gave the same relation, a simple nod.
When I came my turn I handed the woman my paper. She didn't even give it a glance. She instructed me on my pose and told me to smile. Three clicks, one flash. I picked my self up with the weighted dress and the clicking of my heals echoed through the building.
About a week later the capital report was on and was about to give the names of the 35 girls. The list started:
"Allens, Emma Smith, Caste two
Angeles, Olivia Cors, Caste four
Atlin, Isabella Norte, Caste three
Baffin, Ava Jones, Caste five
Bankston, Emily Kora, Caste Three
Belcourt, Ella Taylor, Caste two
Bonita, Morgan Thompson, caste four
Calgary, Aubrey Peyton, caste five
Carolina, Allyson Tate, Caste three
Clermont, Lucy Kennedy, Caste two
Columbia, London Piper, Caste three
Dakota, Selena horns, caste five
Denbeigh, Anna Gabrielle, caste two
Dominica, Caroline Adams, Caste three
Fennley, Lauren Piper, Caste four
Hansport, LeAnne Hox, caste two
Honduragua, Julia Rosetta, caste five
Hudson, Penelope Victor, caste four
Kent, Sophia Leger, caste six
I saw King Maxon and Queen Americas face, they where pleased but carter was ecstatic. I missed the rest of the girls, but that's not all I cared about. The phone wouldn't stop ringing for the next few days.
