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that he was not arrogant about his good looks. He seemed
a little shy.
“I was hoping to share a room with you Hannah, you seem funny and non-catty. So unless you hate the
idea we should be roomies.” Janette was speaking to me. I tried to shake off my romantic thoughts and forced
myself to focus on show survival.
“That sounds perfect. I was day-dreaming I apologize.” I said sheepishly. I had no idea what I needed to do
now.
“Well, I would be day-dreaming, too. My goodness, I think in this race you just made it around the first
corner, and the rest of us are still waiting at the starting gate.” Janette took a look at the broach and smiled.
“This is not a race, just a first date. Everyone gets to have their time with him. Anyway my feet hurt too
bad to run anywhere tonight.” I remembered all the discomfort the night had brought. My nerves were coming
down fast and the thud was coming soon. I just hoped to be in bed before I collapsed. I followed Janette like a
puppy. We found our luggage and weaved through the mansion. We found a small room with only two beds and a
small private bathroom. We quickly claimed it and signed for it with the clipboard lady who wandered the halls.
After a few minutes I was out of my fashion prison and comfortable in cotton pajamas. Janette and I spent
a little time chatting about nonsense and Anthony but we fell asleep quickly.
Chapter 3
    That night, though I hated to admit it, I had a fairy tale romantic dream. Before I was fully awake I had a
fleeting memory of my dream with someone strongly resembling Anthony. I lay in bed for a few minutes exploring
the room; it was very Victorian with black and burgundy accents and lovely little details around the room, a shelf
with a few books and an oval mirror next to the window. Light was streaming in and Janette’s hair unwound and
draped over the edge of the bed. Her hair was very long and I was impressed. It was all one length and had no
telltale signs of having extensions added on by the salon people.
    Janette turned and stared at me for a second before making a silly face.
“You reminded me of my brothers just now, it makes me nervous to have someone staring at me, usually
it means something bad or embarrassing is about to happen to me.” Janette laughed and sat up. She wore a baggy
nightshirt that could hold at least four of her. Her face was lightly freckled and pixyish.
“I promise no foul play intended, just admiring your hair.” I said and stretched out my tired muscles.
“Well thanks, I kind of like it myself.” She was very witty and that made her extremely likable. She wasn’t
prideful at all, just a bit smart-alecky, in a good way, I thought.
Janette stayed in bed and I got dressed and hurried out to see what was happening in the TV wonderland I
had entered.
* * * * *
The signup sheets were in the kitchen and by 8:30 a.m. a few lists were already full. I read through all the
lists.
Saturday 10 a.m. Brunch
I saw that one was taken for today. The lunch date for one o’clock in the afternoon was taken, too. I found
myself perusing the different options. All four dinner dates were filled in and I didn’t want to steal any other
contestant’s time with Anthony. I would get an all day session plus dinner. I felt so lucky. Hmmm. I saw an open
evening slot on Sunday. It wasn’t dinner, it just said outdoors nine p.m. I wrote my name in that time slot, hoping it
might work for a moonlit walk, though even sitting next to him and talking would be ideal, as well. That done, I got
my simple fruit and cereal breakfast, sat at the table quietly, and wondered what in the world I would do with
myself. My hour date with Anthony was a day and half from now. I missed my laptop, a lot!
The mystery girl with the shawl sat down next to me with her bowl of fruit. I noticed she had dark
features and very exotic eyes. She met my gaze for a half second, then focused on her fruit, and ate silently. I was
at a loss on what to say. She was