The Royal Forced Marriage

"Madalyn, wake up!" my mother yelled from downstairs. It was June 15, which ment today is the day where I have to marry someone I have never met in my life. (*foot steps coming upstairs* ) " Madelyn I told you to get out of bed!" I didn't want to but I had to. " I'm going. I'm going." I said in a snarky tone. " There is many people down stairs waiting on you." These people are the one doing my hair, makeup, and helping me pick a dress from the royal wardrobe. " Okay. I will be down in a minute." I get up and walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I undress and step into the warm water as it runs down my body. I wash my hair and lather my skin in a lavender sented body wash. I rinse off all of the soap and turn the shower off to only step out and grab my towel off of the rack. I wrap myself in the towel and walk out to my room and go into my large closet and find something to wear. " Uhhhh! There isn't anything cute in here!" I say aloud to myself. I search rack through rack and stop on the 4th rack to find a black beaded skirt and a red, v-neck crop top. I put it on and say the hell with it. Once I'm dressed I walk back into the bathroom and brush my teeth and brush my hair. " Come on Madelyn!" my mother starts to get mad. " I'm walking down the stairs right now mother!" I say. I get down to the bottom of the stairs case to see three different girls. One is for hair, the other for makeup, another for a dress. " This is Tonya, for hair. This is Michelle for makeup, and this is Isabelle to help you pick out a dress." I walk over to get my makeup done first so that my hair isn't in the way and I chose black eyeshadow with a little bit of gold sparkle. I then asked for red lipstick and black eyeliner. After my makeup was done you could just tell my mother wasn't happy, but this my day. I then walked over to the hair station. " Can I get a low bun, curled, and four strands of hair pulled out in front and curled?" " Yes you may, my lady!" Michelle says politely. My hair has never looked so elegant and curled. She also was kind enough to add diamonds into the curls on the bun. I lime her. I then move on over to pick a dress. She had set out six different types of dresses. Form fitting, loose, lace, mermaid type, ball gown, and short. I looked through them for two hours until I chose the most perfect dress , the form fitting. I knew this would be the one to go if I had any chance with my future husband.