Pets: A Fictional Narrative

“‘If she’s going to win, we need a plan.’ Her smile was diabolical, and I grinned with her. I’d never met anyone as organized as these girls. If I had them, there was no way I could lose.

End of Book Two” (Cass, 323)

I looked at myself in the mirror, unsure about the new image my maids were trying to help me pull off.

“Are you sure about this Anne?” I asked again, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Definitely! The whole room’s eyes will be on you!” Lucy said dreamily and I smiled at the younger girl.

“You’ll have your chance soon Lucy,” I said to the sweet girl who was now lost in a daydream.

“Oh I hope so, My Lady! But I’ll never be as beautiful as you,” Lucy said shyly, and I gathered her in for a hug.

“Thanks for this guys!” They really were the sweetest maids I could ask for, I knew I could pull off anything with their help.

I walked, more like glided, the way that my maids had helped me perfect and was guaranteed to attract attention. My red hair was curled and framed my face that gave me an angelic look paired with the makeup my maids had applied and gave me a ‘breathtaking look’ as they had put it. My neckline was slightly lower than normal, but I wouldn’t stand for anything too inappropriate. I was trying to stand out, not turn into another