Another chapter. I probably won't be updating much, as I have a lot going on. Lacrosse started recently, plus teachers giving us massive homework loads.

Also, I will be away during early April on Spring Break, so no updates then. I'll find the dates for then, and some other travel I'm doing to tell you guys then.

Thanks Lorelai Sofia Petrova and 4Love4Love for being AMAZING people and reviewing my story so much! You guys rock!

Summer POV

Summer looked around the huge room that was full of activity. She'd just had her before picture taken, and she and the other girls who were on her plane were now being taken to other stations. All around the room, various girls were in different states of finished-ness. Some were just arriving, some were being taken to tour the palace, and some were picking out dresses or scents.

She was now hustled to a station where the widest array of beauty products she'd ever seen were all set up.

A woman walked over.

"Hello Lady Summer. I'm Sally, and I'll be helping you with your makeover today. Is there anything you want?" She asked.

Summer thought, absentmindedly twirling a piece of her hair around her fingers. Layers might be nice, and not too much makeup, but having my eyes highlighted might be nice, she thought to herself.

"Um, maybe some layers, and, um, not a lot of makeup, but highlighting my eyes a tiny bit maybe?" She said, although it came out as a question.

"Sure. You want anything on your nails?" She asked her.

Summer looked at her nails, which were plain. Then she looked at the wide array of colors.

"Maybe hot pink and silver?" She asked again. Sally nodded.

Summer looked at herself in the mirror, and was astonished at how not-different she looked, while still looking different. There was a tiny bit of eyeliner popping her blue eyes, and her hair was layered, but still about the same length, though a little shorter. Her nails were painted hot pink, with a thin silver stripe going across the top of them.

She was instructed to go over to the table where there were various bottles of perfume. She spent a while there, pulling out different bottles and putting them back. She finally decided on Ocean over chocolate, deciding that if she wanted to smell like the perfume, she would bake chocolate cookies. Besides, she liked the citrusy smell of Ocean. One of the attendants at the table spritzed some on her, and instructed her to go over to the area with dresses.

Over at the dresses area, she found a rack of dresses with her name. She finally decided on a simple blue one to pop her blue eyes. Besides, even as she had liked the day, it had been so different from what she was used to, that the simpler the dress, the more comfortable she'd be. She did pick a pair of silver heels to go with it, but she was a dancer, so her feet were accustomed to pain and balancing in ways many people found difficult.

Riley's POV

Riley blinked the spots away from the camera as she was led to another station in the huge bustling room.

The spots finally went away as she was seated at in a chair with an array of beauty products around it. A man came up.

"Hi, I'm Mark, and I'll be helping you with your makeover today Lady..."

"Riley." She supplied for him, smiling.

A slightly older woman came up, and Mark looked behind him.

"This is Jodi, and she'll be helping me out." He said, gesturing at Jodi. Riley nodded.

"Do you want to make your hair a little more...normal?" Jodi asked her. Riley took a strand of her hair and looked at it.

What's wrong with my hair? It's not bad because it's pink. I like it that way! She thought to herself.

"No, I like my hair. Although..." She said, looking at the array of dyes. She was almost due to get her hair touched up, and what better place to have it done than the palace?

Thirty minutes later, (A/N I've never had my hair dyed don't know how long it takes) Riley looked into the mirror. She smiled. She loved it!

Her pink hair was now ombred with tones of lavender-blues and pastel blues. Her makeup was done the way she liked it-simple, but with winged eyeliner. She smiled at the Jodi and Mark. They smiled back. Jodi had finally come around to her hair and had enjoyed dyeing it, and even suggested she add the blue and purple. Her nails were done in silver.

"Go pick out a scent, and once you've done that, there's a rack of dresses with your name."Mark said. She smiled at them and stood up. Almost immediately her station was taken by another girl.

Riley walked to the table and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of scents that there was. She pulled out several, putting some back.

Finally, she settled on the gingerlily. It was mainly lily scented, which she might not have gone for, but there was something else that made it smell truly great. One of the attendants, as it appeared they'd done many times today, spritzed some on her, and then directed her to the rack of dresses with her name over it.

She went for a silver dress and silver shoes, as they were her favorite color, and changed into them. She opted to leave her hair down for her after picture to better show off the new colors in her hair. She smiled for the photo, and kept smiling.

Shaylienne's POV

Shay bounced her knee as she sat in the chair while her stylist talked about all the ways they could change her image in what seemed to her, a drastic way. She didn't want her face covered in layer upon layer of makeup, or her hair dyed blonde. She wanted to still recognize herself.

When the stylist started talking about just little things they could change, she started to relax.

Finally, he started in. Nothing drastic-just a little bit of a trim to her hair, because she hadn't gotten one in a while. She didn't like it, but they put a bit of makeup on her, though she instructed them to go as light as possible, which they seemed to do. When they held the mirror in front of her, she was happy-she looked pretty much the same. Her hair was a bit shorter, and there were some subtle highlights on her face, but she liked it. She looked very much like herself.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the dressing room wearing a royal blue sleevless chiffon dress, with a blue sash and some silver filigree embroidered on it. She'd paired it with white flats, and her hair was down in soft curls. She loved it-it was simple, but very elegant, much like her.

Lucinda's POV

Lucinda sighed impatiently as a stylist came over. She looked at her nails, bored. Well, that was one thing. She'd have her nails redone. Finally, after seeming to chat with everyone in the room, he finally came over to her.

He talked to her about what they could do to change her look blah, blah, blah. She tuned him out. Once she found out she'd (obviously) been Selected, she'd started thinking about it. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. When he stopped, looking at her for her opinion, she started.

"I want my hair layered and cut shorter, I want eye makeup to accent my eyes, I want my nails redone, and I want makeup on the rest of my face. Oh, and I want to look better than any of the other girls." She said. Her stylist took a minute to digest what she'd said (was he dumb or something?), and then set to work.

Lucinda looked in the mirror. There were many more people around her than any of the other girls, which was good. She was pleased with her nails-blue and green ombre with a pink sparkly top coat. Her hair had been straightened, plus some other stuff, and had been re-cut. She'd had her makeup done nicely-eye makeup popping her eyes, but not very much eyeshadow, and a good deal of other things covering her face.

Several of the people working on her had been hopeless, so she'd had to tell them to go away. Loudly. Forcefully. Finally, because the palace people were slow, though they did a good job, they were finished and told her to go pick a scent. She settled on the coconut. It was a good smell-similar to vanilla, like Queen America had worn, but not copy-cat similar. If there was one thing she didn't want to be remembered as was the girl who copied. She'd win her own way, thanks very much.

Once she'd picked out a scent and had it spritzed on her, she was told to pick a dress. She picked a dark purple one with a v-neck that went down quite low, with a very short skirt, and was very tight. She put on a pair of very high purple heels. Finally, she was ready to have her picture taken. She looked pretty different, and she was ready. She would win, she knew it. The other girls wouldn't know what had hit them when they were sent home in a few days. Because she was sure that was what would happen.

Here's another chapter! It's been a while, but it's a little longer I think. Hope you enjoyed.

4Love4Love-Chocolate is life! Yes! But you'll probably get to see his reaction to the girls after the interviews before the first elimination, so yeah.

HestiaAbnegation11-Vanilla's good, especially with fruit...

Lorelai Sofia Petrova-Thanks! Chocolate is amazing! But vanilla ice cream is good-especially with peaches...

RQOTD: What's your patronus?

Mine is a wolf or an owl...

My friends and I all agreed on that. And when I took quizzes that's what I ended up with. Which was funny.