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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒 -- 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒜 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒟𝑜𝑜𝓇

Life behind a closed door wasn't exactly ideal. Living in her bedroom wasn't her preferred way of life. Though it was the only way for Daphne to live without being constantly bombarded by the press, screaming fans, and worst of all, the cameras.

The cameras, constantly invading her personal space.

The cameras, always up in her business.

The cameras, ruining her life one episode at a time.

You see, Daphne's family was the star of their very own reality television show: The Way of the Washingtons. Those stupid interlocking W's on the cover of the show haunted Daphne's nightmares. Daphne hated the show. Hated it. Her whole family was obsessed with themselves, and they honestly all had their heads in the clouds. Daphne actually did something with her life.

Or, tried to, at least.

Daphne dreamed of becoming the world's greatest scientist. She wanted to experiment and discover and create--none of which her family found suitable enough for her. They wanted her to grow up and be the perfect celebrity that her siblings were, or to marry the prince. They were always going on and on about how the prince would be holding his Selection Ball soon, and how Daphne certainly had the looks and status to catch his eye. Honestly, thinking about it made her sick. As if she weren't famous enough with her face flashing across every TV in Maldonia. Why not add a tiara to the mix? Her bitter thoughts were cut off as she noticed a black, shiny limo pull up to their circular driveway.

She peered out the window curiously. She wasn't aware that her family would be expecting guests that night. She watched with bemusement as a young girl about her age, along with a mean-looking couple, stepped out of the backseat.

The girl had long flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin, and big brown eyes. She wore a red pantsuit top with golden chains instead of buttons and a black and white plaid miniskirt. She also wore black and white knee-high golf socks and red pumps. The whole thing gave off a very Heather Chandler-y vibe. She moved stiffly, as if she were trying to act professional, but she wasn't usually that way.

The two adults looked very cold and professional. The woman wore a nice black cocktail party dress with black stilettos. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and an oily smile. The man had grey hair and had a distant look in his eyes, like he was hung over. Daphne sighed. She supposed her parents wouldn't allow her to skip dinner when guests were coming over. She slunk over to her closet and grabbed a modest black knee-length dress and some black Converse. Her mom usually told her that black complimented her shoulder-length blonde hair and bright green eyes. But she wasn't one for dressing up. In fact, she would much prefer to be curled up in bed wearing a fuzzy sweater and leggings, researching the Theory of Relativity and composing chemical formulas and such. She was very nerdy like that. Though she preferred the term 'intelligent'.

She changed into the outfit and started down the stairs. Her sister was chatting it up with the red-haired girl in the grand foyer. They were both laughing politely. Daphne's parents were talking to the mean-looking couple, and her brother, William, was standing off to the side, admiring the red-haired girl from afar and making googly eyes at her. Daphne cleared her throat to let everyone know that she was there. As per usual, everyone ignored her. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat a bit louder. Right on cue, the cameras came rushing toward her and recording her every move. Honestly, she thought to herself, don't these people have lives? She tried her best not to make eye contact with the cameras as she walked over to her parents. Finally, her mother took notice of her. She gave a warm--and incredibly fake--smile.

"Daphne!" Her mother exclaimed joyously. "You look lovely!" Daphne just nodded curtly.

"Thanks." She turned to the guests. "Hello, I'm Daphne Rebecca Washington. A pleasure to meet you both." She said all this monotonously. The woman gave her an oily smile that seemed to send chills down Daphne's spine.

"Hello, Daphne. I hear many great things about you from your mother," she said in a cold voice. Daphne's father spoke next.

"This is Regina and Theodore Mills, the Duke and Duchess of Montenaro," he explained. Montenaro was one of the many duchies in Maldonia, her home kingdom. Her father gestured toward the redhead girl. "And their Daughter, her honor Lady Audrey Leanna Mills, future Duchess of Montenaro." Daphne nodded again.

"I see. How lovely," she said tersely. She turned to the cameras and got a little antsy. "If I may be excused-"

"You may not," her mother cut her off, baring her teeth and giving her a look that said we are in the company of nobles; be on your best behavior or else. Daphne sighed dramatically and glared at her mom. She walked away, deciding to see what the redhead--Audrey--and her ignorant sister were talking about.

"...yes, and he's so handsome as well!" Daphne's sister, Amberlynn (or Amber), gushed, grinning like an idiot. Audrey smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Totally! And I'm going to his Selection Ball, too," she informed Amber. Amber pouted.

"Lucky! I'm two years older than him, so I can't go," she whined. Audrey frowned.

"Ugh. That sucks. I promise that I'll get lots of pictures for you, though!"

"What are you guys talking about?" Daphne interrupted sharply. Audrey and Amber both looked at Daphne like they'd just watched her explode into a mountain of snot or something.

"Um, Prince Brayden, duh," Audrey said, wrinkling her perfect little button nose. She turned to Amber. "That's your sister?" Amber scoffed.

"I know," she said, like they had some sort of mutual unsaid agreement that Daphne's existence was a burden to them both.

"I'd like to point out that I'm standing right here," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. A camera zoomed in on her, and Daphne shifted uncomfortably. She wanted more than anything just to go back upstairs and continue studying.

"I know," Amber repeated. Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she mumbled. They went back and forth like that for a few more minutes, where Audrey would make an indirect insult toward Daphne, Amber would agree, and Daphne would just roll her eyes. They were both brainless idiots, she reminded herself. She was above them.

Pretty soon, Mrs. Washington led them all to the dinner table and had some maids bring out the salad course of their dinner. The cameras watched them like hawks watch their prey. Daphne stared at her food and poked it with her fork a few times, but didn't take a bite. The cameras made her antsy like that. The Washingtons and the Mills' made friendly conversation with each other all night. Daphne felt oddly out of place, like a square in a world of perfect circles. She didn't touch her food at all.

Finally, when the night was over and the Mills family said their goodbyes, Daphne snuck away from the cameras and up to her bedroom. She already hated the guts of Lady Audrey Leanna Mills. She changed out of her stuffy, uncomfortable dress and into the pink fuzzy sweater and black leggings she'd been waiting for all night. She flopped down on her bed and put her black-framed glasses on, opening up her laptop. She did a little research on symbiosis in ocean habitats before eventually falling asleep. She truly hoped that one day, she wouldn't have to live her life behind a closed door.