better for the auction, to see you touching the dresses.” Heidi ran through
her checklist as she was talking to me. I could tell she had a million things to do today. I suddenly felt pretty lazy.
“You can call me Hannah, and thanks for the heads up. I am not big on being on television in my pajamas.”
We both laughed and I charged into my luggage but it had been mysteriously put away. She must have been quietly
working as I slept.
“Wow, Heidi, you sure are great at what you do.” I said to her, but she had left the room for me to
change in private and summon the camera crew. I was digging through my clothes when all her words penetrated
my brain. Both of us would be dressed in these types of clothes. My heart did a triple beat thinking about what
Anthony would be wearing.
If he is in a Kilt I may just die. * * * * *
After a morning in front of the camera crew then makeup, I ate a quick lunch and headed to the salon for
the special broach date hair session. My brunette hair was a shiny glistening updo that nearly made me cry. I liked
being pretty but this was beyond what I could ever imagine. I felt like a movie star. I tried to watch them as they
curled and pinned and twisted my hair into the art form it was now. It was perfectly elegant. I had a vision of a
Fred Astaire movie I watched as a young girl. There was an elegant lady dancing with him and her hair was a
simpler version of this, twirling around the dance floor. This was that kind of hair.
As I waited for my lunch order, I called my parents. I gave them goofy hints about where I was without
actually mentioning Scotland and I couldn’t tell them I received the broach or that I was actually on the date. Darn
confidentiality rules! My cousin, Chrissy and I chit-chatted for a few minutes and I heard all about the new guy she
was seeing. I cheered her on and thought about the guy I was seeing, wistfully. It would’ve been nice to talk about
him with someone that wasn’t my competition.
After letting my family go, reluctantly, I nibbled on my lunch and Janette joined me at the large empty table.
I was very glad to see her.
“I am so glad someone still likes me. I was worried that the only people I would be friends with were the
make-up artists and the overworked assistants.” I grinned at my beautiful roommate. I never wanted to be anything
but a brunette, but her red hair was so rich and beautiful I would consider it for a second or two.
“I still like you, Hannah, even if you are gonna win and steal the prince away from all of us.” Janette gave
me a squeeze and stole a grape tomato from my salad plate. “Man your hair is not fair, Hannah. How in the world
did they do that?” Hannah nibbled on the tomato and leaned slightly, to get a glance of the full hair experience.
“Just wait until you see the dress. It was custom made… by angelic beings, I think.” I said and snickered. I
looked at the clock and did the nervous date countdown in my head.
“You need to actually eat, Hannah. You don’t want to run out of energy on your date with Prince Anthony
in Scotland. I know I won’t be able to eat in front of the cameras, not sure about you. You better eat now, while
it’s not documented how fast you can snarf down a steak and potatoes. I have seen people on talk shows and
newspapers get pretty cruel with date descriptions after an episode.” Janette grinned, as she delivered her
thoughts. I couldn’t help but enjoy her wit.
“Thanks for the added paranoia, Janette. I have nightmares about having stuff in my teeth after eating on a
date anyway. Now I’m stressing over the tabloids.” I agreed with her and started focusing on eating and less on my
upcoming date.
I finished and headed to my room. I saw a note on my nightstand to page my assistant after lunch. I
brushed my teeth then paged her. I grabbed a few essentials and laid them out on my bed to put in my clutch
purse, just goofy date stuff like I would do at home; mints, lip-gloss, a mirror
her checklist as she was talking to me. I could tell she had a million things to do today. I suddenly felt pretty lazy.
“You can call me Hannah, and thanks for the heads up. I am not big on being on television in my pajamas.”
We both laughed and I charged into my luggage but it had been mysteriously put away. She must have been quietly
working as I slept.
“Wow, Heidi, you sure are great at what you do.” I said to her, but she had left the room for me to
change in private and summon the camera crew. I was digging through my clothes when all her words penetrated
my brain. Both of us would be dressed in these types of clothes. My heart did a triple beat thinking about what
Anthony would be wearing.
If he is in a Kilt I may just die. * * * * *
After a morning in front of the camera crew then makeup, I ate a quick lunch and headed to the salon for
the special broach date hair session. My brunette hair was a shiny glistening updo that nearly made me cry. I liked
being pretty but this was beyond what I could ever imagine. I felt like a movie star. I tried to watch them as they
curled and pinned and twisted my hair into the art form it was now. It was perfectly elegant. I had a vision of a
Fred Astaire movie I watched as a young girl. There was an elegant lady dancing with him and her hair was a
simpler version of this, twirling around the dance floor. This was that kind of hair.
As I waited for my lunch order, I called my parents. I gave them goofy hints about where I was without
actually mentioning Scotland and I couldn’t tell them I received the broach or that I was actually on the date. Darn
confidentiality rules! My cousin, Chrissy and I chit-chatted for a few minutes and I heard all about the new guy she
was seeing. I cheered her on and thought about the guy I was seeing, wistfully. It would’ve been nice to talk about
him with someone that wasn’t my competition.
After letting my family go, reluctantly, I nibbled on my lunch and Janette joined me at the large empty table.
I was very glad to see her.
“I am so glad someone still likes me. I was worried that the only people I would be friends with were the
make-up artists and the overworked assistants.” I grinned at my beautiful roommate. I never wanted to be anything
but a brunette, but her red hair was so rich and beautiful I would consider it for a second or two.
“I still like you, Hannah, even if you are gonna win and steal the prince away from all of us.” Janette gave
me a squeeze and stole a grape tomato from my salad plate. “Man your hair is not fair, Hannah. How in the world
did they do that?” Hannah nibbled on the tomato and leaned slightly, to get a glance of the full hair experience.
“Just wait until you see the dress. It was custom made… by angelic beings, I think.” I said and snickered. I
looked at the clock and did the nervous date countdown in my head.
“You need to actually eat, Hannah. You don’t want to run out of energy on your date with Prince Anthony
in Scotland. I know I won’t be able to eat in front of the cameras, not sure about you. You better eat now, while
it’s not documented how fast you can snarf down a steak and potatoes. I have seen people on talk shows and
newspapers get pretty cruel with date descriptions after an episode.” Janette grinned, as she delivered her
thoughts. I couldn’t help but enjoy her wit.
“Thanks for the added paranoia, Janette. I have nightmares about having stuff in my teeth after eating on a
date anyway. Now I’m stressing over the tabloids.” I agreed with her and started focusing on eating and less on my
upcoming date.
I finished and headed to my room. I saw a note on my nightstand to page my assistant after lunch. I
brushed my teeth then paged her. I grabbed a few essentials and laid them out on my bed to put in my clutch
purse, just goofy date stuff like I would do at home; mints, lip-gloss, a mirror
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