My Prince - Part 1

       Today I am going to be joining a contest, kind of like a selection, or the Bachelor/Bachelorette. I am not the only one going into that, many other girls will be too, but I think I have a real chance. I began to pack my bags, my lazy day clothes because they supply the fancy clothes. Then I headed to the airport. Within a few hours I was on a private jet, with two other girls. It was the royals jet, I was so excited! I fell asleep on the plane and within what felt like minutes we were going into the castle. They supplied make-up, dresses, shoes, and maids to help.
      "Hello madam Walker, let us get you ready for the opening introductions." My maid told me as she picked out a red dress that had sparkles down it. It was a strapless number and it was mesmerizing.
       "Okay!" I said happily, little did I know I had to wear a corset.
      As I descended down the stairs, my long brown hair over my shoulders and a braid crown around the top of my head, my dress swooshed and shoes clunked on the marble. But everyone was staring at me, the other girls didn't have on dresses like mine, theirs were a plain color, no sparkles, their hair simply put up and most of them, a lot of make up. But me, my hair was intricately twined with a ribbon and pins and extensions. My dress was painful with a corset, and it was quite ornate. I had to be tied into my dress cause it was a ribbon in the back, not a zipper or buttons, a red shiny silk ribbon. My shoes, oh my shoes! My shoes were red heels, not huge heels like most the girls wore, the ones that kill your feet. My heels were just pumps, to make me seem taller, but not taller than the prince. They were red and one strap went around my foot. Then there was my make up, the other girls plastered it on, but mine was simple. My make-up was only mascara, eye shadow and a touch of blush. The rest of my natural face did the rest of the work.
      Everyone stared, the other girl's maids, the other girls scowled, the Queen and King, the Prince even. The prince's mouth dropped open, only for a second, when he saw what everyone was looking at, me. My maid was even smiling. At the bottom of the stares the Prince took my gloved hand, bowed and kissed it. I curtseyed back of course. Then he walked me over to the other girls and where they were standing. He gently let go of my arm and went back to where he was suppose to be and all I could do to keep my smile in wasn't working. A smile definitely played at my lips, but his too.

~My Prince

By: Cady

To be continued...