Every single one of the girls went into their rooms, opened up their suitcases and grabbed their makeup bags. They all carried them out and sat where the makeup director told them to sit, each of them having their own makeup artist.
"Bag." The lady said bluntly.
Sarah handed her the makeup bag. The lady reached inside and set everything onto the counter. She began applying the products on her face. She sometimes used sponges, makeup brushes or simply her fingers. Every makeup artist had a case of eye makeup with them. She took a look at Sarah's dress and chose a bold purple colored eye shadow. She rubbed something one her eyelids to start with and then Sarah couldn't see anything because whenever she tried to open her eyes, she was smacked on the hand by a makeup brush' handle.
When the lady was finally done, she was sun around to look into a mirror. The makeup was stunning! The artist was obviously very talented. She had more prominent cheekbones, a smaller nose and a sharper jawline. Her cheeks were slightly bushed and her lips the color of blood. Her eyes showed a deep, rich color purple that matched her dress.
By now, most of the girls were done or close to it. They all sat down again, waiting for the ball to begin. At 5:00 sharp, the gates were opened. People presented their invitations and were announced per entrance. Because the people that stayed in their room were special guests, they had to wait until 5:30 to leave so they could be announced in front of an audience. They all walked down the halls together toward the ballroom.
They were placed in order according to status. The people who were plus ones got to be announced with the person who invited them. They all stood with their family as well so Jenny and Mr. Fredrickson stood behind them. The four of them were in the back because they were the highest in status as a relative of the Queen. Unlike some monarchies, the first born will become the new ruler, no matter the gender. The Queen was actually the heir to the crown so Jenny and Max were of royal blood.
One by one, everybody was announced. When there were 2 people standing in front of them, Max turned to Sarah and said, "Here, take my arm. When we reach the man with the mic I hand him the invitation. When the doors open, just smile and keep walking, no matter what the announcer says or what the crowd says, ok?"
"Uhh, ok?" Sarah said. She didn't understand why Max had told her to ignore what the announcer said but she just shrugged it off. She was about to find out anyways. Max walked up to the man and handed him the invitation. The man quickly read it then pressed a button on the door, making the door's glide open. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Prince Maxwell Fredrickson and lady Sarah Benson!" The man said.
Sarah and Max began to walk through the doors when the shock of what the man had said ran through Sarah. Prince! Prince! Max was a prince! What! She felt like she was going to fall over in shock. Her best friend was a prince! Max supported her arm and whispered "Smile and walk, I promise to explain once eyes are off us."
"There better be a good explanation for this." Sarah said as she pasted a smile on her face.
Mummers swarmed around the ballroom. "Woah, a prince!" "Prince Maxwell is so handsome!" "Who is that girl next to him?" "Wait! Isn't that the designer that won the fashion event yesterday?"
When Sarah and Max had reached the bottom of the steps they veered to the right to await the entry of Max's parents. Or rather, "Please welcome Princess Jenessa Fredrickson and Sir James Fredrickson!" Said the announcer. The doors opened and they glided down the steps. When they reached the bottom of the steps they turned to join Sarah and Max.
"Max. Explain. Now." Sarah commanded.
"Ok, ok. I didn't tell you that I was a prince because I was worried that you wouldn't come if you knew." Max said.
"Of course I wouldn't have come! Why would a person of my status be the date of the prince to a ball?!" Sarah said.
"I already told you. You're here to Make prince Logan jealous. He is a jerk who thinks he can get any woman and thinks that I can't get any. I need you to put him in his place when he hits on you. You won't get in trouble for it because you will have the protection of myself and my mother." Max replied.
"What makes you think he will hit on me? I'm just one girl in this huge crowd. I am not noble nor pretty. I have average grades and not many friends. What makes me so special? What makes me better than the other girls in this crowd?" Sarah asked.
"Did you look in the mirror before you walked in here?" Max asked. "Because Sarah, you look beautiful tonight. He will hit on you because of your looks, that is all he really cares about anyways. Plus you're here as my date so he will want to prove that he will take you away just because he can." Max added.
"Fine. I won't be mad at you because you're flattering me and Prince Logan sounds like a complete jerk who needs to be put in his place." Sarah responded.
"Thanks Sarah." Max said relieved.
"Don't thank me yet. I'm still deciding if I should smash that pie sitting on that table in your face for lying at me." Sarah said as she pointed to a key lime pie sitting on a table against the wall, whipped cream about to drip off the edges.
Max looked at the pie, then back at Sarah. He decided that she was serious about her threat and lead her in the opposite direction of the table and the pies.