A/N: Okay, so something happened to and I couldn't see any of my reviews for a while so my apologies if I don't mention you in the acknowledgment part of this A/N. Okay, so my apologies for only updating once this week but hey, at least we still get an update ... ayyyy? This chapter is kinda just for exposition purposes and the feel of the chaos in the Women's Room so yeap, just really to push the story further. My apologies if it isn't a really exciting chapter. Check out the Queenstrial pinterest board for extra stuff I pin for chapter references!

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The characters in this chapter are Gwendolyn Mae Bailey (submitted by jenhen48) and Ella Blaire Dehmle (submitted by Scarlett Brinnley Brookson).

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Gwendolyn Mae Bailey, 18, Caste 4, Zuni, Exercise Rider/Farm Worker

"You know, Lady Gwendolyn, the Prince specifically likes the scent of lavender." Yara, her maid,spoke as she was painting her nails a bright turquoise color.

"Lavender?" Gwen asked, an eyebrow being raised.

"Yeap. I've only been here for three years, but before the huge rebel attack here, I used to help keep his room. He always asked for us to spray lavender there." Yara spoke a matter of factly.

"Your hair looks much better now, Lady Gwendolyn." one of her other maids- Laura- spoke while curling her deeply red hair with an iron. Gwendolyn snickered as the memory of how her maids reacted to the state her hair was in when she arrived here in the palace- faces full of sheer terror and panic as they quickly rushed her to the nearest station with conditioner in the Women's Room.

"Well, I bet it'll frizz less now that I'm here in Angeles, not as hot here as Zuni." Gwendolyn remarked as the two maids continued to give Gwendolyn her make over. She took a peek at her mirror looking at her polished looking appearance- her make up was already finished, except for her lip color since she hadn't made her mind up yet on which shade she wanted to use. Her farmer's boots were tucked in front of her while the turquoise polish on her toes dried with an electronic dryer at her feet.

One of her other maids, Farrah, rushed towards Yara and Laura when they were putting the finishing touches on her. Farrah looked frantic as she whispered to Yara, who then whispered to Laura, then Laura went to rush to the maid in the next station who was working on petite blonde who was fidgeting with the robe they gave her. Gwendolyn recognized her as Stephanie Romilly, her name was quite popular among the signs back in the airport.

"I heard that you work on a farm," Gwendolyn started off trying to make some friendly conversation with the girl. "I work on a ranch in Zuni, usually with the horses." Gwen smiled.

Stephanie lit up when she heard the word horses. "Me too! I'm a Seven, so working as a farm hand seemed like a default for me." Stephanie shrugged. "I love caring for them, such cute creatures." she smiled.

"I know! They're just so good and majestic!" Gwen agreed, mirroring Stephanie's smile. "I'm Gwendolyn Bailey, from Zuni." she introduced.

"Stephanie Romilly, from Bonita" she replied as one of Stephanie's maids pulled down the pins in her hair to let her blonde hair fall in ringlets around her face. "Lady Stephanie, we're going to get you in your dress now." one of the maids said as Stephanie stood up, an expression saying "See you later?" on her face.

Gwen simply nodded with a smile as she saw the tiny girl follow along her maid.

"Lady Gwendolyn, we're done with your hair and nails now. Would you like to pick your lipstick now?" Yara asked as she opened a box full of lipsticks , lip liners, and glosses. Gwen's eyes widened at the assortment, never seeing such a huge collection of lip products in her life. There had to be at least two hundred kinds of product in the box.

"Where do you even get so much product?" she asked, her hand hovering around the nude shades of the collection.

"Well, Princess Elsa has been an endorser of a number of make up brands here in Illea and Europe. The brands sent some of their products here especially for the Selection, as well as a couple of care packages for you." Yara explained as she took out a few shades out of the box. "This brand is one of our make up sponsors for the Selection, actually." Yara added as she tapped a small liquid lipstick bottle with the name "Paige Prada" on it. Gwen recalled Paige being the youngest sister among a Reality TV Show Family, who's hit it big in the make up business.

"What color were you thinking of, Lady Gwendolyn? All of these formulations are matte, so any of these would look great on you." Yara asked as she held out four kinds of shades of lipsticks: a dark chocolate brown color, a pale pink, a mauve-y nude color, and a deep scarlet red.

"Could I try each one?" Gwen asked, not exactly sure which shade looked best on her since she never really liked lipsticks. Yara simply nodded and took out the designated lip liner and began testing out the brown one first. When Yara finished lining it and applying the liquid lipstick, Gwen felt the odd sensation of the lipstick drying on her lips. Gwen rubbed her lips together and shook her head at the color, not exactly loving the extremely dark color against her red hair.

Yara proceeded to take a make up wipe and clean Gwen's lips and repeated the process all over again with the nude and the pink liquid lipsticks, but she didn't really like either color, not exactly loving the way they made her skin look paler or how neither complimented her eye make up. Gwen felt hope slipping from her when Yara tried applying the red lipstick on her.

After Yara applied the lipstick, Gwen was surprised to see that the dark red lipstick seemed to compliment her red hair perfectly. Not only that, but it made her stand out even more. "This, this is the color." she smiled as Yara placed the lipstick down, and began touching up her make up, a few strokes of bronzer and highlighter to liven up her face.

When Yara was finished, Gwen was amazed at how she looked. It was still her, but more polished. Her hair was shorter than it was before since they took 6 inches off, and the way her hair was curled and her lips were colored just seemed to make her stand out even more among the other Selected. Yara interrupted her as she turned the dryer off and helped Gwen out of her chair.

"Lady Gwendolyn, let's get you into your dress, shall we?"


Ella Blair Dehmle, 16, Caste 4, Labrador, Personal Stylist and Boutique Attendant

Ella was positively giddy when her maids showed her her collection of dresses to wear for the Selection. She stood in front of a rack full of dresses with her name on it, a week's worth of dresses just for her.

"We suggest one of your shorter dresses, as of the moment, Lady Ella." Monica ,one of her maids, spoke up as she gestured towards the shorter dresses she had requested. Ella's eyes scanned the rack, pulling out a cream colored day dress and a short backless day dress that reached just below her knees, evaluating which one would look better on her.

Noticing that most of the Selected were wearing cream colored dresses, Ella handed Monica the cream dress and held the black one against her in front of a mirror. The dress was actually quite short compared to most of the dresses, but that only made the dress more appealing as it made her stand out from the other girls. Knowing that it was one of the more recent trends among the really huge fashion houses, Ella knew it was a good choice to ask for something made out of velvet to keep up with the trend, along with rows of ruffles that flared from her waist that made it look a whole lot girlier.

Ella had been too excited about the dress-wearing part of being Selected, and even more giddy when it came to the thought of make overs. She had been expecting this huge reveal, with the cameras focusing on her and her looking like a model straight out of Primadonna Magazine. When her maids turned her around to face the mirror, mere minutes before picking out her dress, Ella was actually really disappointed.

Her maids actually did make her look pretty; they waxed her lip, covered her in lotions that smelled like mint, got rid of her split ends (she didn't even know they were there!), but after all that, Ella was kinda shocked to see that not much had changed about her. Her hair was six inches shorter, and the stylist didn't really do anything to change her hair color. However, after seeing a lot of girls look incredibly different after their make overs, the make over was a minor let down for Ella.

"Lady Ella," Monica interrupted her train of thought as she guided Ella back to her seat, "I just have to fix your hair and I believe that we can finally get you into your dress." she said as she began sliding a few hair pins in her hair.

"Oh okay, great. Thank you!" Ella smiled as Monica made fast work on her hair, and she was left to look around the madness of the make overs. There were at least 20 stations like the one she was currently sitting in, and most of them were surrounded with maids and stylists alike yelling at each other.

"How did you manage to dye her hair silver? Wasn't she a brunette before?"

"She looks like she's stuck in a duck face!"

"I didn't know clownish was a trend this year."

"Is she supposed to look like a princess or a five year old's doll?"

Looking further around, Ella noticed at least three camera men trying to record most of the action going around them., though they looked thoroughly confused as a girl with a clipboard ran around to keep up with them. One of the camera men approached Ella's station as he hovered over Ella and then focused on her face. Not exactly sure with what she was supposed to do, Ella smiled and gave a wave at the camera as the camera man moved on.

"Let's get you into something more formal, shall we?" Monica softly spoke as she stepped back from Ella, allowing her to admire the handiwork on her hair. It was an updo, little ringlets of hair falling out of a low messy bun with little tendrils of hair framing her face. Ella gave a curt nod as Monica lead her out of her chair to a small curtained room and carried her black dress behind her, along with a pair of four-inch black heels. Monica quickly got Ella into her dress and heels, as someone on the other side of the other side of the curtained room yelled them to hurry up.

As they made her way out of the room, Ella was surprised to see that the person on the other side of the curtain was one of her other maids, Ursula, who was bringing a small tray of jewelry as they rushed her back to her station and fixed some parts of her hair that was ruined when she placed on her dress. As Monica was tending to her hair, Ursula offered Ella the tray of jewelry.

Ella took her time to choose, ending up with a pair of silver drop earrings and a few stackable diamond rings. Ursula nodded at the choices and handed the box over to another maid. As her maids finished her look up, a camera man and the young woman with the clipboard approached her.

"Hello," the girls greeted though her eyes never quite left the clipboard, "Lady Ella of Labrador." she continued as she flipped through several papers and finally made eye contact with her. "We're here for a short interview about your make over. So let's make this quick since I have 12 other girls to talk to," she spoke with both assertiveness and tiredness as she placed a hand on her hip.

Ella was intimidated by the girl and simply nodded as a response.

"Alright, first, do something while the camera is filming you, like look at the mirror and fix something." the girl said and nodded at the camera man to start filming. Ella, not exactly sure with what she really supposed to do decided to fix a ringlet that fell out of place as she felt painfully awkward with the camera so close to her face.

"Here, we have Lady Ella Dehmle of Labrador, checking out her new make over." The girl announced as the camera filmed her, Ella fixing a baby hair that flew out of place.

"So Lady Ella, welcome to the Selection! How has your make over gone so far?"

"I think my maids have done really well. I mean, check out how great they did my eye make up!" Ella laughed as she looked down so the camera man could zoom in on her eyes.

"They indeed look great with those baby blue eyes, Lady Ella. You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot.. How has this experience been so far?"

"It's been a wonderful experience so far and everyone in the airport was so friendly! The people of Angeles seem to be really welcoming." Ella chimed as she remembered the huge crowd that gathered at the airport.

"Well, here's to you having more wonderful experiences here in Angeles. Thank you for your time, Lady Ella."


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Trivia time: I usually listen to Les Mis songs when I'm writing this story. (Blame Enjolras if we end up with a french revolution in this story) Another Trivia is that Quincy aka the Selection Planner does not work alone... His partner in crime? Well, you've just met her in this chapter *winks*

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