I sat down into a plush chair, watching the people roam outside. Whenever they came close to our mansion I would peek my head out. None of them spared so much as a glance at me. I sat back down, wrinkling my nose. It was what I did when I was angry. I was the mystery lady of the Katz family mansion. The three. I patted down my glossy hair and drew the curtains back more. I longed for someone to talk to. That was why the selection was just what I needed. When the letter came in I read it over, my heart beating faster and faster. It did a little jumpy thing when I thought of prince Dedrick. Didn't I need someone to talk to? Wasn't the prince just so perfect. My cheeks warmed at the thought and I patted down my glossy hair once more. I called for a servant to fetch me a pen. A shimmery pen was acquired and I shooed away the servant, wanting to be alone for this. I smoothed the crinkly paper and began. My name, Bhianca. How old am I, seventeen. My caste, three. So on and so forth. It got interesting at the last question. 

It asked for my skills. I needed to put my most impressive qualities onto the form. I chewed my lip, stopping myself before I could do any damage that might cause the prince to look past me. I had been taught to produce the most wonderful music. I could make a melody suitable for the castle. My humming was also soft and delicate but I didn't add that. I also knew how to treat cuts and scrapes. It wasn't very impressive but It might be useful. After the form was filled out I began to get ready. My parents had been immediately alerted at the news and my younger sister Bree would most likely be arriving to pester me shortly. Only a few short minutes later the door was thrown open. Bree stormed in. She was still in her short clingy nightgown even though it was well past breakfast. Her hair was brushed and smoothed into a lock behind her head. "You're entering the selection!?" She shrieked. Bree was only a year younger than me and also eligible for the selection. I smoothed my hair out and stood up, my pale blue day dress swishing behind me. "Why of course, young sister." Bree fumed. She pulled out a piece of parchment. Her form. "Why, your not entering are you?" I asked stiffly. A rosy red blush spread across her face. My mouth pursed into a thin line. The uproar began. Moments later my mother was rushing into the room. "Girls! You are not lowly eights of the streets! You are lady's." Bree pouted and crossed her arms. "Bhianca won't let me enter the selection because she knows the prince will fall for me." Said Bree. A ladylike giggle spilled from my mouth. 

"Don't worry yourself, I have no doubts the prince will fall for me, I'm only angry because I'm trying to protect you from the crushing disappointment of losing my dear sister." I replied, giving Bree a gentle smile. She looked ready to rip my hair out and claw out my eyeballs. "Now, only both of you girls won't even be able to be chosen." Said mother. "The royal family owes us a favor for running Waverly, I'm sure they'll let both of us in." Mother shook her head. "I don't want you girls to get your hopes up." Me and Bree rolled our eye's. At least we could be united by our annoyance at mother. Bree glared at mother, which was nothing compared to the withering glare she sent me after and flounced out to get ready and fill out her form. Mother left moments later looking most displeased. I began to work. I glossed up my lips, putting heart earrings onto my ears.

 I chose a light pink dress with straps and a skirt made of the same fabric and ruffles of tulle. I slid a pink headband on and set out. I walked on one side of mother, Bree on the other. Bree had her silky hair kept in the same coil behind her head. She wore a tiny strapless blue dress, the color of our eye's. We both silently glared at each other any chance we got. She just didn't understand, there was a small chance they would allow both of us to compete in the selection but if against the odds we both make it there can only be one queen. Me.