Becoming a Luna Queen

My support crew

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Angeline’s POV

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 Just as Abbie was sweeping my lips with a lip brush, there was a knock on the door that made the three of us jump. Chari rushed over to turn the music down which killed me, Video Phone was playing and it was one of my favourites.

 “Angie, how much longer will you be? The guests are arriving any second now. That's what I've been told to tell you.” My brother, Maverick, called through the door. He was the youngest and my parents knew I could never ignore him, I loved him too much.

 “Mav,” I shot back, “I’ll be out in…” my voice trailing off as I looked to Abbie for an answer. 

 “10 minutes. No, make it 15 minutes, in case you make us change our artwork”, Abbie said in a teasing tone. 

 “Mav, say 15 minutes, that way, it’ll be a shock if I’m out quicker” I sung back. I could hear my brother laughing. 

 "OK, see you then. I can't wait to see you. Love you!" Then we heard his footsteps pitter-pattering away. He was the cutest little six year old and I’d challenge anyone who disagreed. I just wished he had burst through the doors so I could have given him a hug. 

 “OK Ange,” Abbie started, “Take a look and let the roasting begin”. She shot a look at Chari and the two of them laughed. I stood and walked around to see my reflection. “Oh wow, you two really know how to make an ugly duck look and feel like a beautiful swan. You have both done an incredible job. Thank you!” I turned to them each, taking their hands in mine and giving them soft squeezes. They had used soft undertones of golds and pinks to accentuate my features. Orange and brown eye shadows enhanced my soft baby-blues, the pink on my lips was the perfect baby pink shade and the bronzer on my cheeks was just enough to enhance my cheek bones along with a touch of highlighter. Chari had curled my hair in fashioned it in a messy up-do bun with curled strands that framed my face. It was perfect.

“Thank you,” I said again as I admired their work in the mirror. Turning back to my maids I opened my arms and invited them both in for a hug. 

 “Hurry up,” Chari broke our hug as she reached for my clutch, “you’re going to be late… AGAIN!” The three of us erupted in laughter. I hugged my maids once more before they led me out through my bedroom door. 

 Not a word was spoken in the corridors between the three of us, all you could hear was the clacking of my heels on the marble floor.  Anyone who didn't know us would have thought we hated each other with how deafening the silence was. The truth was that none of us wanted Bertha to reign down upon us – I couldn’t allow for my maids to be punished for my actions. 

 For some reason, Bertha believed she was higher than me in rank, always ordering me around as though she owned me. It was her who was hurting my maids, but because of her long, ‘loyal’ service to my father, he refused to let her go. The thought of Bertha abusing her power left me feeling sad and helpless. Father was full of nothing but love but for some reason, he kept this wretched woman around. Bertha was the one and only reason I ever fought with my parents. Actually, she was the reason behind any one of us out of the six fighting with my parents.

 Five minutes later, we arrived at a pair of mahogany wooden doors. To our right were the golden doors which was our family's entrance to the Ballroom. Our guests would be downstairs, mingling with one another, enjoying the champagne and nibbles while waiting for my parents and siblings to enter, not that we could hear them. Just the mere thought of them being down there made my stomach flip. Well, s**t.

 My great grandfather’s family built this castle and ensured it was sound proofed. God only knows why. It's not as if we had orgies or swingers parties. The thought left me giggling to myself as Abbie and Chari shared looks of confusion.  

 Chari squeezed my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was the only way we had figured to communicate our support without using words. I returned her gesture with a smile as Abbie stepped forward and placed her hands on the door knobs.

 “Ready, Princess?” Abbie asked, a smirk formed anticipating I was about lie through my teeth. To my amazement and for their entertainment, I couldn’t speak, my throat had gone dry, so all I could manage was to nod ‘yes’. They both giggled at me. I wasn’t ready, my heart rate was through the roof and my hands were clammy at the mere thought of the guests downstairs. 

 Abbie gave me a comforting nod as Chari squeezed me hand one last time before letting go. She stood to the side as Abbie opened the doors.

 As I took my first step, the room went from hushed whispers and giggles between my family members to silence as they turned to see me. I smiled seeing them all. It was so nice having everyone here for this and supporting me.