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Chapter 4

I stalk over to the window, angry at being awoken at such an early hour. I pull up the shade, working through a yawn. My eyes pop open when I see who it is.

I roughly yank the window open and peer down at the ground. My room faced the front of the house, and so my window was above the driveway.

Standing on the driveway was a horde of people. When they see my head out of the open window, cameras immediately begin to flash and people start talking excitedly.

"Look! It's Celeste, grab a picture! There won't be time at the send off!" One yells.

I quickly shut the window and back away from it. I had just woken up, and my hair probably looked like a rat's nest.

I quickly attempt to brush it out. Just as I finish, the door bell starts ringing loudly. I jump onto the landing as my parents angrily leave their room.

Julia opens the door.

"No!" I yell.

But it's too late.

A swarm of reporters flood into the house and start to flash their cameras and scrawl things down on notepads.

"Mrs. Newsome! Can we have an interview!"

"Celeste, smile for the camera!"

Father and mother immediately turn amicable and purr "Of course!" I hastily put on a robe and join them downstairs.

It was so tiring. So many people wanted an interview of me! Well, that wasn't a surprise, but really!? It was like 5 in the morning!

"So Celeste, tell us, what's your strategy to winning the selection?" George Torez from Famous magazine asks.

"Oh, you know, be nice to the prince, and really try to find that spark between us, which I know we'll have, I can't really say too much, because well, I wouldn't want my competition stealing my strategy!" I say winking at him.

"Celeste! Do you think that your work as a model will improve your chances of winning?" Amanda Brennan from Glitter magazine asks.

"Of course, modeling has given me a sense of style that's all my own, and of course I know how to walk properly like a princess, and I have great posture and camera looks!" I say flashing my pearly whites.

Truthfully, I loved interviews and attention, but at this early hour? I was not exactly a morning person, and I was kind of anxious to get to the palace already, and meet the prince.

By the time we heave the door shut on the reporters, my mouth is hurting from smiling and talking so much. Grabbing a piece of bread for breakfast I run up to my room to get dressed and brush my teeth.

I put on the black and white uniform of the selected, the fabulous heels, and pin my daisy into my hair.

I then hunt for a shade of lipstick to match the daisy, and when I find the perfect shade, apply it in a thick coat.

I use mascara and eyeliner for my eye lids and lashes and finish off the look with a spritz of perfume.

Julia enters just then to take my bag to the waiting car. I smile sweetly at her and follow her downstairs. Father looks hassled from all of the morning excitement, while mother is beaming at the attention.

They follow me into the car and we go, off to my send off.

Mother gives me some last minute instructions during the five minute ride.

"Celeste? Darling, are you listening, ok, just remember, use what you have, you have looks, and charm, and regality, that of a queen, just, make me proud!" She gushes.

I nod warily, sitting up a little straighter as she says regality.

When we get to the square, there's a big crowd waiting for me already. The moment I get out, more reporters are there, as well as adoring fans.

Liz and Angie push their way towards me. I grin lazily at Angie and she responds, rubbing her forehead. She must have a wicked hangover from last night.

Liz hugs me. "Good luck Celeste! Win it for us and Clermont!" She yells above the noise of people.

Angie adds, "We love you so much, and we know you can do it!"

"Thanks guys!" I call as the mayor tugs me along.

He halts as a little girl jumps into our path. "Celeste!" She cheers.

I flash my teeth and she jumps up and down.

"Would you like to say a few words?" The mayor asks.

"Of course!" I reply.

He hands me the microphone and I take it.

"Hello Clermont!" I say. A crowd roars back.

"Many of you know me from countless modeling ads and runway shows. Now I am here to represent you all in a competition to be your next queen, I won't let you down Clermont!" I say getting a standing ovation.

I wasn't really one for public speaking, and so I hand the mayor back the microphone after a few seconds.

It takes forever to get to the airport because so many people want autographs and to say hi to me.

When I finally reach the car to take me to the airport, mother embraces me tearfully. "Oh Celeste, i'll miss you!" She wails.

Father just says good luck as he gives me a gentle hug.

I roll my eyes at my mother's antics and give Liz and Angie one last hug.

Julia puts my bag in the trunk of the car, and I say thanks to her.

Mother purses her lips and that's when I vow that from now one, I will stop being so nice to maids and anyone really below a two.

I get in the car and father shuts the door, and...I'm off.

I arrive at the airport, late, and set my face into an unsmiling mask, and walk in. Knowing I was late and the last girl to arrive helps my case even further. My heels click across the floor as I walk in.

I strut towards the three waiting girls, swinging my hips in a model like fashion. As I get closer, one of them gasps, "Oh no." Which only makes me more determined to intimidate these losers.

When I finally reach them, I realize I'm traveling with Marlee Tames of Kent, four, Ashley Brouilette of Allens, three, and America Singer of Carolina, five. Ashley was the one who gasped.

I couldn't believe that I wasn't even traveling with at least one two! Instead, I get a five, a four, and a three!

As I pause next to them, the four, Marlee, squeaks hello. I look over at her, and sigh. She should know better than to talk to a two like that.

"When do we leave?" I snap, impatient to be off.

The red head five, America Singer, answers, "We don't know, you've been holding up the show." She says looking right into my eyes.

Who did she think she was!? I glance at her, from head to toe, re evaluating this chick. I didn't see anything good, she was as plain as a rock, except for that hair.

"Sorry, quite a few people wanted to see me off. I couldn't help it." I say smiling wide, showing off a little.

From the left, a man appears through a door, "I hear all four of our Selected girl are here?" He asks.

"We sure are." I reply coyly.

The man looks at me a little, and he blushes. After a moment of staring at my chest, he snaps to attention. "Well, ladies, if you'll follow me, we'll just get you on the plane and off to your new home."

I smile gratefully at him and enter the plane first. I choose to take the few hours we had on it, to sleep, still a little tired from last night, and then this morning again.

When I wake up, we're touching down, and I take a few minutes to look at the other girls, determining if they're competition or not.

The three is all poised and wannabe stiff queen. The four is all jumpy and irritating. And the five is all, like staring out the window and not wanting to be here.

When we get off the plane, and walk into the terminal, and we are met by crowds of screaming people, much more people than at my send off.

I, leading the front of the group, start waving at the fans and blowing kisses. I make it to the end, where our car is waiting, and turn around, to see the five autographing and talking with people.

I put my hands on my hips until she finally makes it to me and Marlee, and Ashley, and then roll my eyes when she could see me as she gets into the car.

Ugh, I was stuck next to the five in the car. The ride to the palace was fairly short, but it made it longer because there were people lined up all around the streets wanting to catch a glimpse of the selected girls, or probably just me.

Marlee smiling hugely and I felt so irritated by that jumpy little drama queen. I couldn't figure out how she had so many posters with her name on them.

"Who do you think she did?" I ask the five.

"What do you mean?" She asks puzzled.

"To be so popular. You think she bribed someone?" I look at Marlee and I think that she, with the way she acted, could never do something like sleeping with someone to get ahead. She was too nice and innocent.

America thinks about it for a second, "Well, she's a four, she wouldn't have the means to bribe someone."

I suck my teeth in, wow, this girl was very naïve. "Please. A girl has more than one way she can pay for what she wants." I say tossing my hair over my shoulder and looking out the window, effectively cutting of the conversation and giving America something to think about during the car ride.

When we finally arrived at the palace I stare at it in shock, I was here, the selection was really starting, I was here to prove to myself and my family that I could succeed in anything that I wanted to, and I would. I was going to win the selection, whatever it took.

Hello! This chapter was a little shorter because the make overs would take a while, and I couldn't fit it all in one chapter.

Ok, so we met Marlee, Ashley and America! Yay! And the next chapter will be make over time, not that Celeste needs any more make up, right!?

There is a book trailer for the one, up on Kiera Cass's website, if you want to check that out, it was good!

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