Across the room, Christy is all excited about getting a date card for brunch tomorrow, while I am moping abojt not being to dance at all today.
"Cheer up." Trina bumps me. "At least the food is superb." I mumble a reply, and keep shoveling mashed potatoes into my mouth. If I don't dance every day, my muscles will atrophy.
I guess that means I should reaarange my room before bed and dance for an hour or two. "Miss Charlie." The Queen calls out. "Are you unwell?"
"No, Your Majesty?" I ask, confused.
Peter's head has snaped up upon hearing one lf his girls called out, and now his eyes are fixated on me. "Yes, Charlie, you do appear to be slightly pale."
"Nothing a good night's rest couldn't cure." I smile weakly, and continue eating. The Queen looke convinced, but Peter's eyes are narrowed in my direction.
After I finish eating, I go up to my room. The day was more exhausting than I thought. I could just fall asleep......
No.
"Can we rearrange my room?" I ask Sophie and Angela.
"Do you not like it?" Angela asks, concerned.
"No, I love it. I just need more floor space to dance." I tell them.
"We can get some guards in here to move the furniture." I collapse on the couch and lace up my ballet shoes. I am stretching when they come back with two young guards.
Most of the furniture is put on the other side of the room, and I bid them good night, so that I can dance.
I dance until I pass out.
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Hiding In Plain Sight
FanfictionCharlotte "Charlie" Neal is a Five who, unlike the Prince, has worked every day of her life. At first she signs the paperwork to join his Selection to appease her mother, but her reasons change as she becomes one of the Selected. She'll navigate t...
