"Ow", I mutter as the guards lead us towards the womens room. The heel of my shoe scratches my foot as I stumble a bit. The other girls around me, liana, Renée and Savannah, stand with great posture and balance while I trip on the glossy floors of the palace.
I brush myself off just before arriving in front of the door of the womens room. The scent of hairspray, nail polish remover, and perfume pushes through the door. The guards salute us before opening the massive wooden doors and leaving.
The sight before us is a scene of chaos. Dozens of maids running around with scissors, teenage girls shrieking. Before I know it, a maid has set me up in a chair. "Would you like it short or long dear?", she asks tiredly. "Well, I-", I manage to get out before she interrupts me. "Oh, nevermind. I'll think of something.", she says, pulling at a lock of my light brown hair.
She ends up cutting an inch or so, an adding minuscule highlights. She takes my already curly hair, and curls it so it's full of "body". Well that's what she called it anyways.
"What look are you going for?", she asks. "What...what do you mean?", I ask. "You know, sexy, smart, sophisticated..", she said. "Umm, can I just be normal?", I say with a sort of confused expression. She sighs. "I'll see what I can do."
The only makeup she puts on is black eyeliner and clear lipgloss. She moves her hands through the wide rack of multicolored dresses. I take the opportunity to look around at the other girls. I notice a few completely changing their hair color, others try to outshine each other by wearing flashy dresses. I'm awakened from my daydream when the maid comes back with a few different dresses. She holds each one up to my body.
"No, no. Not yellow.", she mutters things like this after every dress. Finally, she holds up a bright green dress with white lace going down the skirt. "Perfect!", she exclaims excitedly.
As I walk out of the dressing room with the dress on, the maid claps enthusiastically. "You look lovely.", she smiles. I give her a tiny smile in return. "Now for the shoes!", she smiles widely. Shoes click together as the maid rummages through the large pile. "Here we are.", she says, emerging with a pair of green pumps, with a white lace bow on the top. I slip my fairly large feet into them.
"Wonderful!", she says, looking over me one last time. "Um, thanks.", I say, somewhat awkwardly. The maid claps her hand. "Well then, why don't you take a seat over there.", she points the expensive couch in the corner. "And I'm sure everybody will be done shortly.", she smiles brightly and moves onto another girl that needs help.
I brush off the skirt that I already managed to get dirty. I sigh and stumble a little as I walk towards the couch. I look over the girls on the couch. Brightly colored fabric of all shades shimmers from the bodies of the girls. Cleavage is all but falling out of the dresses. I give a small smile. Most just roll their eyes but a few give a small wave or a smile.
I spot Liana and walk over to her. A very fragile looking girl sits next to Liana. She has black hair and pale blue highlights, pulled into a small bun on the top of her head. Both girls wear baby blue dresses. "Hey Liana.", I say, walking over to her. "Hello Claire. I would like you to meet Sydney.", she gestures to the other girl. "Hi Sydney.", I give a smile.
She gives me a hug and I give her a taken aback expression. "She's... Straightforward.", Liana giggles a bit. "I can tell.", I laugh slightly. Sydney just blushes. "You look great Liana.", I say, looking at her pretty braid and blue dress. "Thanks Claire! You as well.", she smiles. Just then we hear a women's voice.
"Why hello ladies. Welcome to the palace.", a middle aged women with gold hair and a short build starts. "I see you have all been through the makeover stage in our selection; however, you will not be meeting the prince until tomorrow.", this earned some frowns from a few of the... Excessive cleavage girls.
"Please follow the guards waiting outside to your rooms.", she gives a polite smile and gestures towards the door. We all get up off the couch and more or less walk in a straight line towards the door. "Oh, but wait girls. You will be expected to dinner in precisely 45 minutes.", she then nods towards the door.
Hmm..dinner. Should be...interesting.
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The Crown
FanfictionClaire Brooks is a normal girl. She works as a chef with her single dad and brothers as a family of fours. She never thought much about the selection. Until she got picked.
