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Natasha's POV

May 2 year 1

After the party, some house servant led Irene and I to a separate floor of the castle with the rest of the girls.

As I looked around, I realized that I probably had the smallest procession out of all the girls.

Many girls had both their parents, personal stylists and at least 10 servants to add to the mix.

I looked over at Irene. It was just the two of us, all alone in a great big castle, in a different country, with no one we knew except each other.

Talk about nightmares.

The servant stopped at one of the big wooden doors on the hall. This door had my name carved into it.

The servant took out a small key before unlocking it and handing the key to me.

Instead, Irene made to take it from him.

The man looked tiny, frail Irene up and down before shrugging and handing the key to her and then walking away.

I slowly pushed the door open and we both gasped in amassment.

The room was simple but elegant and dramatic at the same time.

The cream colored walls were hung with pictures of Irene and I back in Russia.

The camera had somehow caught one of my rare smiles that only happened on Saturdays when I was given the day off from training.

They reminded me of home.

A full length mirror stood next to a walk-in closet. I walked over and gazed at myself in it.

I looked so different in a full length mirror than in my tiny hand held one back in Russia.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Back track…

A FREAKING WALK-IN CLOSET!

I peered into it and found rows and rows of dresses, shoes, and accessories.

Ball gowns, dressing gowns, day dresses, night dresses, night gowns, even house coats, this closet had them all, but as I searched throughout the closet, searching through every single rack and in every nook and cranny, I could not find a single pair of pants.

This was going to be a long stay.

A giant four-poster bed sat in the center of the room. The thing had to be at least a Queen, if not a King sized bed.

A large bathroom sat of to the side with the biggest bath tub I had ever seen in side.

A small room for Irene was nestled next to the bathroom.

At the end of the room two floor-to-ceiling glass doors led out onto a balcony.

The balcony had an amazing view of the court yard gardens where I met Christine and if you looked hard enough you could just see the twinkling lights of the city just outside the palace walls.

The balcony doors had two white curtains hanging from them.

The curtains were flowy and silky like the ones in the movies where the hero and the Princess are together in a beach house with the wind blowing the curtains in the morning.

As I looked out from the balcony I could hear screaming from the next room.

I could hear little miss marshmallow yelling at her servants.

Oh great, I had her as a neighbor.

"Ugh" she screamed as she stormed out onto the balcony "this is a quarter of the size of my room back in France. They could at least have the decency to give me bigger one!"

I watched her stomp around her balcony in rage.

I leaned over the balcony.

"Appreciate what you have, sweetheart "I said sarcastically

She whipped her head around to face me.

"Look you brat," she said harshly "I don't know who you are and I don't care, but all I know is that you're some washed up Princess from some third world country who won't last a week in this competition. I don't know why they choose some horse faced loser like you but they did so why don't you go and enjoy the luxuries while you still can because I can guarantee you'll be gone by the end of tomorrow. You don't belong here so get out of my face and stay out of my way!" She stormed back inside with a huff.

Did that female dog (trying to keep it PG until she's at least 15) just call Russia, the largest country in the world, a third world country?

Oh that girl was going to get it!

I whirled around to head inside when I saw Irene standing in the door way. Her petite frame looked even smaller against the huge room.

"Do not listen to her Princessa." she said in heavily accented English "You are not horse faced. You are beautiful."

I smiled.

Irene somehow always makes me feel better.

"It is time for bed моя сладкая принцесса."

'My Sweet Princess'

That is her nickname for me and it always makes me feel at home.

I pulled on some pj's and climbed into bed with sleep in the forefront of my mind.

But of course it's kind of hard to sleep with a screaming pink marshmallow next door.