Perfection Isn't Always Perfect:
Chapter One: Perfection Perfect
Andrea POV:
Okay…Not good enough! Arrrgh! Why do I always have to be a perfectionist? That's me alright. Let me explain: I am Andrea Mandrels. I have the gift (Actually turned out to be more of a curse, though.) of perfection. Everything around me or on me HAS to be perfect; otherwise I get these…symptoms. Like nausea, head ache, stomach cramps. I was given the curse by the fairy Lucinda's daughter, Lily. The curse is how I lost many friends, and boyfriends. I ALWAYS adjusted something around them. But I couldn't bring myself to tell them. Sure, they'd mourn for me, but I didn't need others grief. Plus, the only way I can break the curse is if I find TRUE LOVE. But how can I do that if I'm a perfectionist? So, I don't have any friends, or even parents. My parents got so sick of me; they left me at Aria Inn, it's located in Frell. Frell has Royal Monarchs, Queen Ella, King Charmont. And their two twin children, Princess Dina and Prince Darrin. Well, they're actually teens, like me. I'm sixteen. The Prince is 17, and the Princess is 14. I'm at Aria Inn now, brushing my wavy red hair, curling my eyelashes up delicately over my bright green eyes. And I'm checking that my Ivory skin is flawless. Plus I'm straightening my baby blue blouse and smoothing my white jeans. Yeah, this is my life. The life of a teenage perfectionist.
Chapter Two: Surprise Meeting
Prince Darrin POV:
I looked out the castle window; to the lush green hills surrounding Frell's inn's and shops. I thought of Andrea Mandrels, my acquaintance from many balls or parties. She's very pretty, but bit of a perfectionist. But I don't mind. At least she helped me from getting grounded by my mother, Queen Ella, for not cleaning my room. She did it for me. I thanked her immensely, but she only said, "My pleasure. Life cannot share its real beauty if it's not clean first." Then she walked out the door with out a backward glance. I suspect her of hiding something, but I too have secrets. Like my gift, although it's more of a curse. I have the gift of truth. What that means is if asked a question, I must answer truthfully. Otherwise, I have symptoms. Like nausea, stomach cramps, head aches. I have lost many friends and girlfriends from this curse. I'm surprised my parents didn't disown me. And the only way I can break the curse is if I find TRUE LOVE. How can I do that? Many girls just want me because I'm a Prince and have money. Well, I best be off to dinner now.