The contest isn't going to be easy. That's for sure.

Your day to shine was tomorrow. By looking at the other days... It was going to be rough.

You looked out. You sighed sadly.

"When will my prince come... Does it take so much time? Or am I not meant for love."

You heard people. Everywhere. Taking in conversations about you. Gossiping. Until the point you think.

Wow.

Nobody cares.

You ran across a hall and went down the stairs to a small room.

You curled up and hugged your knees.

Crying.

Then you hear the door swing open.

"You okay?"

You looked up and saw............

A/N: Tired. Will do more later.