"DOES BEING A BOSS ASS
BITCH COUNT AS A TALENT??"

"dearest princess reese,

i know you've obviously been waiting with anticipation to receive my letter, so here it is. for now, you'll have to handle your anticipation for a bit longer, because you won't see me until midnight tonight. the dress code is elegant and formal. a maid will retrieve you to take you to our meeting spot when the time comes.

yours truly,
                                  hazel caroline rogers

ps: try not to wear red. i've already got dibs."

hazel honestly felt a bit evil as she wrote the letter in small, neat handwriting. she didn't feel one bit guilty though, because she had no ill intent with her plan. she was going to sweep the princess off her feet, or at least, that was the plan. she liked shrouding everything she was planning in mystery. after the first night of the selection, hazel deserved to be the one keeping secrets for a bit. of course, reese would figure out what was going on soon enough. hazel had planned with the maids for someone to fetch reese and lead her to hazel once everything was ready. for now, all hazel had to do was acquire a bouquet of red roses and wait for midnight.

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