For centuries, the royal family of Aridia has hosted The Choice, the competition where the eligible daughters of the Nobles of Aridia, come together to vie for the hand of the heir to the throne. This year, Prince Carlos is the heir to the throne a...
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I felt sick to my stomach as Imogen and Lucy ushered me out of my room and onto the busy hallway, which was now occupied by girls who I assumed were the other Nobles' Daughters. They were all immaculately dressed in fabrics that looked imported from all around the globe. I suddenly felt very small and inferior compared to the others.
The hallway buzzed with conversation as the girls got to know one another, as well as who their competition was.
I looked around until my eyes connected with bright blue ones that sparkled with what I could only describe as mischief and pride. I was looking at one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen before. She had long blonde hair which settled on her shoulders, alluring cat-like blue eyes and perfectly shaped cupid's bow lips. She was dressed in a cream coloured dress that left nothing much to the imagination, but still managed to make her look regal.
I was stunned into silence until I realized she was staring right at me. She gave me a once over. She smirked smugly before turning away, as if deciding I wasn't worth her time.
"That's Esme Addington. She's probably going to win," A voice startled me.
I turned to see an extremely pretty girl with brown skin that resembled melted chocolate and hazel eyes paired with a curly mass of lighter brown hair. Her eyes were warm and kind, the kind of eyes I hadn't seen in a long time.
"Why?" I inquired. I could easily guess the answer, but I wanted to hear what this girl thought.
"Well," She said, turning to where 'Esme' laughed elegantly with some other girls. "She's easily the most beautiful Lady here- and she's extremely elegant. Plus, her father is a Marquess."
"Maybe we'll just be surprised and Esme won't win after all," I shrugged. "I'm Madeline by the way."
"Fiona. Fiona Kensley," She smiled, warmly. I decided I liked her. It was rare to find a Noble's daughter who wasn't obnoxious or painfully stupid. Fiona seemed like she was going to be a breath of fresh air compared to the girls we were surrounded by.
We began to walk away from the hallway, towards what I guessed was the dining hall.
"I've actually never seen the prince. They say he's the most handsome man ever," Fiona whispered, giggling.
"I've seen him. And he's not all that," I lied. I knew the prince was an asshole but I couldn't deny the fact that he was awfully good-looking.
"Seriously?" Fiona's face fell.
"I mean I saw him almost 7 years ago. He could have changed since then," I quickly amended.
"I'm so nervous," Fiona let out a shaky breath.
Fiona was extremely refined and carried herself like a Princess. I didn't think walking down some stairs was going to be a problem for her. Me on the other hand...
