Chapter 4:
Months passed and before you knew it, it was Christmas. Fifth-teen girls were already home and celebrating Christmas with their families. The other fifth-teen (including myself), were the lucky girls. We got to celebrate Christmas at the Palace. Queen Eadlyn arranged a Winter Ball to celebrate Christmas with the remaining girls and the rest of the Royal family.
Josie, Amelia and I were all sat together in the Ladies Parlour with our maids deciding on the right gown listening to André Rieu. I was just the best day ever; no Beatrice saying that I was the Prince's favourite. Even if I was, I had manners at least. Josie, Amelia and I were just sat laughing away trying to decide my dress (as I was happy with whatever really; I wasn't fussy) without seeing Queen Eadlyn walk into the room.
"Is this laughter I hear?" her voice sounded like we done something wrong, which cause us all to stand up to curtsy to her.
"Your Majesty," I said whilst curtsying, "we were deciding on my gown for the Ball. I don't know what to wear."
"Well, what about something that would make everyone else jealous whilst you perform with my son."
"Well, I would like that, but… what? You want me to perform with your son to your family… at the BALL!" I was in total shock that I nearly fainted.
"Yes please, your voice is the best voice I have ever heard!"
"Why thank you. I'll be honoured to perform with your son to your family."
Just then, just by hearing my response, Prince Sam walked in without permission. I quickly hid all my rubbish drawings of us in my three gowns to pick from. He rushed over to me and hugged me. He must have some strength to lift me off the floor and swirl me around in a circle until I was dizzy.
"Sam!" I said trying not to throw up.
Once he came down from the high reaction, he stared me in the eye. The world around me just seemed to vanish by staring into his deep blue eyes. Once the Prince and the Queen left, my maids drew another quick ball gown. This time it was a fish-tail, with sequences on the bodice, ruffles at the bottom and two thin straps to hold it in place. This was the one. The colour (aqua), structure, everything just seemed to match my personality through my music.
Two weeks later, I was in my room preparing myself for the evening ahead. I had lush blue eyeshadow, a little foundation, blush and lip gloss. It was perfect as I didn't want to hid my true self by make-up. My hair was perfect. My favourite Disney Princess hair. Belle. A half pony in a bun with the rest of my hair in curls. I true looked like a Princess with my dress on.
Walking towards the ball, I felt like I belonged here. Like I was a true Princess. The doors opened and everyone's eyes were on me as my name was announced. Without blinking once, Sam was already by my side.
"Your, never leaving my side!" he whispered as he walked me towards some of the guests.
"What if I need the toilet?" I whispered back in a mocking way.
"Except for that of course." His smile grew wider.
After being greeted by so many people, telling me they were behind me every step of the way, Sam and I made our way towards the stage. A full orchestra was already upon the stage with music sheet ready to play with us. I was happy. I had music sheets in front of me. I didn't have to remember the note. Sam was sat on a stool next to the piano with his guitar (now perfectly in tune) ready to play.
The music was brilliant; traditional and pop, all in one evening. This had to be the best evening so far. Feeling like a Princess, playing with the Prince, playing to Lords, Ladies, Duchess', Dukes and the Royal family. Can my time here get any better? Who knows.
Sorry that this chapter is very short. the next one will be long as more things are happening to Olivia as her time in the Selection grows more. Thanks for reading.