The Pictures We Paint/ #wattys2019

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The dark twilight wove the stars into a beaming constellation of glowing orbs as we rode towards the Grand Hall in constant chatter, my aunts exclaiming in delight over Daisy's- well, Daisy's everything.  

I stared out the window in dreamily, admiring the scenery outside. The horses rode along to our destination at such pace that the shades of Mother Nature merger together in a explosion of colours, breathtaking as the faint laughter of winds circled our carriage.

My thoughts drifted towards Morzart, her message seemed so strange. Who was Garth? Why would the northeans for Aria come to Vonlea?
It just didn't make sense, what as I meant to tell prince? Which prince?

But when we pulled to stop outside the Grand Hall, those question flew out my head as I peered out the window in amazement.

There was a diaphanous lilac mist around the Grand Hall, a lake shrouding land in a close distance. Through it two enormous pine-trees that clasped hands over the entrance gate. It's glass windows loomed out like icy crystals, behind the building was a sky still rose-hued in the afterlight, and a pale young moon.

We tumbled out and quickly began straightening our dresses, my ears pricked up at the sound of music and I yearned to run closer to the source.

I began to walk towards the entrance, heels clipping againts the concrete ground, I felt strangely calm even though I knew history would be made tonight. A night full of mystery  and wonder. Anything could happen.

I stepped into a large hall and gasped in surprise, everything was white. Clear and pure, radiating with a heart stopping brilliance. Candles were placed at every corner, burning amber, filling the room with warmth. The ceiling was decorated with small light  that beamed down upon the many people that littered the hall.

The place was heaving with girls all across the third Lovell, I could see the excited expectancy in their eyes, the nervousness in the movement of their hands. My heart hurt for them, only ten girls out of these thousands of females  would be chosen.

I felt a hand grab me from behind and Denice jumped into view with a bubbly smile, she pulled me into a hug and I laughed in her ear.

"Hey! You found me! Among all these people too, any superpower your hiding from me?" she giggled at my words and looked over for Violet.

Violet appeared to be fighting through the crowd, when she finally stood by us, scowling with her arms crossed, dress ruffled, Denice linked our arms and began to gush.

"Oh my God the firsts will be coming in an hour or so, I'm going to die, the queen! Oh and the princes!"

"So? There's nothing special about them except the fact that they sit in a palace and do everything their mummy tells them to." Violet snapped with a roll of her beautiful slanted eyes.

"Shh! Stop it Vi! Let's just enjoy ourselves." Violet looked almost murderous but her lips stayed shut.

I spied a long table, groaning under a weight of delicious delicacies that lay upon it. We made our way over and began filling up our plates.

"Isn't strange that a Charlotte still applied for The Choice even though she has a fiancé?" I asked frowning at the sight of her bluntly swinging her hips with another man. I popped small sandwich in my mouth and munched thoughtfully.

"I don't blame her, she has a chance to become the most powerful and loved woman in the world." Denice shrugged, nibbling on a strawberry. "Good for her really,"

"She obviously didn't love him, that slag." Violet muttered, gripping her fork tightly.

"Sounds like a gold digger to me honestly," I added, eyeing Violet cautiously, she looked ready to stab someone.

The music and voices were getting louder, the floor practically vibrating from the beats. I began feel hot and flustered, my hands clamming up and I fanned myself.