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Chapter 3

When we're done with dinner, mother brings me some forms to sign. One of them asked me to sign to confirm that I was a virgin. Am I a virgin? Well, that was kind of a hard question to answer, partly because well, um, because I wasn't exactly a virgin. But that was a another story, for another time.

Mother standing behind me, gets a worried look on her face when I hesitate to sign. Having no choice, I take my pen and sign my name, confirming that I was indeed a virgin.

After I sign, I feel slightly guilty that I lied to a question like that, but I push the feeling deep down into a mental drawer and lock it, effectively expelling the guilt that I was feeling. I couldn't afford to have moments of weakness where I felt nice! Especially at the palace.

The next form I had to sign was to terminate my contract for the time being with Peach which was a hair products company that I did commercials and ads for. Since I was going to be at the palace for who know's when, I had to give them my leave of employment, for now.

I also had to sign a contract suspending my modeling contract with my agency, for now.

After I finish with all of the forms, some of the neighbors come over to congratulate me and to pretty much suck it up to my parents, because I may or may not be their next queen.

One of the families, the Lovelace's, had a daughter, Madeline, about my age, she was 18. When the Lovelaces enter the house, Madeline's facial expression goes from a glare to a smile in one smooth motion.

She was no actress though, rather a famous singer, and so I saw right through her façade.

With a bright smile on, she gives me a hug, non to gentle and says congratulations softly.

I could see the jealousy in her eyes.

Mr. Clark, another neighbor, notices Madeline standing next to me. "Hey look, it's Madeline Lovelace! Hey kid, nice new album, my daughter listens to it all of the time." He says impressed.

Mother looks horrified that my attention was getting taken away from, and that he would dare to mention Madelines's success with me standing there.

"Oh, Maddy dear, Celeste would just love your help packing for the send off for the selection tomorrow, it's and important day for her, and I'm sure she'd appreciate the help of such a kind girl." Mother says, giving Madeline, really, no way out of it.

Madeline takes a deep breath, "Of course Mrs. Newsome, I would love to help!" She says brightly.

The sound of her feet against the staircase irritate me to no end.

When we reach my room, I make a big show of closing the door. Madeline is already in, and looking around in awe.

As far as rooms went, mine was pretty large.

I had a large master bed, and next to it a make up table. I also had a bookshelf, that really just contained photos from modeling gigs.

My walk in closet was next to the make up table, and then the bathroom was next to the bookshelf. There also was a small room connected to mine that once belonged to Magda, but since I was leaving tomorrow, and her services were no longer needed, Julia, the replacement for Sharon, now slept there.

I walk into the closet and pull out a small, well, small for me, red tote bag. In it I place a picture of me and Liz and Angie. And then another picture of me and my parents. I take a small box and fill it with my favorite jewelry and make up, not taking too much, since the palace would surely have everything I needed.

Clothes. Did I need to bring any? I ask Madeline. "Do think that I need to bring any clothes with me?" I ask.

Madeline for a second can't seem to find any retort for this, but then she says, "No, you'll win Prince Maxon naked, as I'm sure you've done with about half of the boys in Clermont." She says after a good 30 seconds.

My mouth pops open. But she's not done. "I should have been chosen, not you slut, I deserve it more!" She hisses at me.

I close my mouth, and, very angry now, and say, "I'm sorry that you're so jealous because I got chosen and not you, but, face it, I'm just better than you." I say.

Madeline's eyes fill with hurt and her hand clenches into a fist. Then, without warning, she takes her hand, and slaps it across my face. For a second we just stare at each other, and then, her face alarmed, she wrenches open the door, and stalks out of my room.

I don't follow her. I couldn't believe she just called me a slut, I'm sure that people called me that, just not to my face! How dare she! Who did she think she was!? Just some prodigy singer, who was ugly and short! That's all!

Ugh! But I was going to get back at her, somehow I was, I vowed.

I went downstairs after I heard the front door slam shut.

Mother stood at the foot of the stairs, frowning.

"Celeste, do you have any idea as to why Madeline was so upset?" Mother asks me.

Her upset! She was the one who slapped me and called me a slut! Not me!

"No idea." I say smoothly. "She was probably just jealous that I got chosen and not her."

Mother nods, this making sense to her. "Anyway, honey, you should really get some rest, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, and you need some beauty sleep." She says kissing my forehead good night.

"Ok, good night mom." I say climbing back up the stairs.

When I reach my room I'm suddenly filled with sadness. This is the last night for a while hopefully, that I will sleep in my own bed.

Tomorrow I was off. I didn't know how long I'd be gone, or if anything good would come out of it.

I put on my night pajamas which consist of a t shirt and cotton shorts. Just as I'm about to crawl into bed, someone knocks on my door. "What!" I scream annoyed.

My father walks in, "There's a phone call for you downstairs." Father says.

Now I'm curious, who would be calling me at 8:30? Curfew was already past.

I walk to father's study and pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"CELESTE, HI! IT'S ME, ANGIE!" She screams in my ear.

Ouch!

"Where are you?" I ask trying to keep my volume down.

"The three drinks!" She yells enthusiastically.

Oh no.

"Angie, are you drunk?" I ask.

"No silly, well, maybe a little, you should totally join meeeee!" She yells.

"Angie, it's after curfew, and wait," A thought occurs to me, "How will you get home drunk?" I ask.

"Oh, Lance will drive me home, after he wakes up." She says vaguely.

Lance was her boyfriend, and evidently passed out drunk somewhere after curfew. How did sweet Angie get into this mess?

"Ok, i'll meet you there in like 10 minutes!" I say.

I hang up and sneak back into my room. I change into a low cut white tank top and a cute thigh high skirt.

Sensible shoes? Yes. I slip on a pair of flats.

Usually by car, it only takes me 5 minutes to get to the bar, not that I ever go there. But running? It takes me 10 minutes.

I just had to get Angie home safely. If she was found drunk after curfew? Well, bad things would happen to her, and her family name.

I slink in and quickly find Angie, dancing with some stranger.

"HEY!" She shouts when she sees me. She's highly drunk. She lurches towards me, and I catch her before she falls.

"Wanna drink?" She slurs.

"Uh, no, actually, it'll probably be best if I just take you home." I say smiling tightly.

I grab her wrist and pull her out of the bar. The cold air wakes her up a little. Not for long, Angie then slumps forward and passes out. Great, what do I do now? I jog inside the bar and grab a bottle of water, which I proceed to dump on Angie.

She wakes up, coughing and sputtering. "What was that for!" She yells mad.

"We have to get home! It's after curfew!" I whisper yell.

That's when the cops start to arrive to bust the joint.

Panicked slightly, I pull Angie behind the next door's spa place.

It takes 10 minutes for the cops to close down the bar, some people got away, or bribed the police to get away, the fives and fours weren't so lucky.

Again, I felt that twinge of sorry for them, but pushed it down into the drawer, which I was calling the drawer of compassion.

And like that, me and Angie start to run home. I make sure that she's in her house safely for the night before I get to my house. The run to Angie's house takes 20 minutes, and the run back to mine takes another 20 minutes. By the time I get home, I'm thoroughly exhausted from all of the running, thank god I wore sensible shoes.

When I reach my room I start to fall onto the bed, but then i smell myself, i smelled like alcohol.

Oh no, mother would kill me.

So, i take a shower, a long one. When i finally get out a half an hour later, the time is 10:10. After I finish drying my hair and changing into pajamas it's 10:30.

When my cheek finally hits my pillow, I'm exhausted.

And that's how i spent the last night before the selection. Fun, and how I woke up the next morning was even better.


I'm awoken at 5:00. What the hell!? I think angrily. I turn around in my bed and someone was throwing a rock at my window, I stomp over to the window and look outside. Surprise, surprise, guess who it was.


Who do you think is outside her window, and what did you think of Celeste and Angie's bar escape?

Next chapter will have a little more of Kiera Cass's dialogue towards the end at the airport.

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