Dee Dee Blanchard Pageant Novels & Stories

My eyes glazed over the words without actually reading them; I couldn’t focus on anything but him. Blissfully, though, the makeup artist soon arrived and began preening me for today’s event: the pageant. Today, our eating disorder awareness pageant would be held. The four judges were, of course, me and Noah as well as Drake and Zoe. I cringed just at the thought of Zoe being there. The last thing I wanted was to sit next to her on stage, but I didn’t have much of a choice. My campaign manager had insisted that it would look good for the press and would quell the rumors about the four of us, painting us as nothing more than good friends.

She dazzled one and all present there as the blinding lights of camera flashes went off and many tried to gather as near as possible towards her. Curious reporters herded around her with mikes and fired volley after volley of questions. “Ms Blaydes ! How does it feel to be crowned ‘Supermodel of The Year’ for a second year in a row ?!” “How does it feel to walk your 200th show ?” “Is it true that Comella Amenilia had to plead three times before you finally accepted walking as a showstopper for this prestigious show ?” “Why do you prioritize charity events over million-dollar offers to walk, especially when it comes to children and pregnant women ?”

"I know you've all been waiting with bated breath. Don't worry; the moment you've all been waiting for is just around the corner. "Let's kick things off with a round of applause for the general manager of San Briers Company, the one and only Ms. Nyla! "Ms. Nyla isn't just the boss. She's the mastermind behind Brilliance Beyond, and she'll be showing it off herself!" The applause was like a thunderstorm, rolling through the venue. Then, a vision of elegance, a statuesque beauty with golden locks and piercing blue eyes, graced the stage. She was the epitome of Western allure, twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a noble air and a smile that was the definition of chic.

--- DIANA. My heart was pounding with excitement as I stood next to my design. When Mr. Jay announced the challenge, an idea popped into my mind. I decided to create something simple yet beautiful. For this round, the audience would rate our dresses by voting. Daphne was among the top five, having made a gown that was incomplete. The other three contestants also made tops without skirts or shorts. Mr. Jay was on the third dress, asking the audience for their opinions, and the other three had already been eliminated, leaving just Daphne and me. He approached Daphne’s creation, and she smiled sweetly.

“LEX, out of the three of us, you should be the one to join the pageant,” Shanaia persuade Marylex. Everyone is excited at BSU because next week, they will be having a Star and Moon Year 2023 pageant. And until now, they still haven’t chosen a representative in their department. “Why me? It’s you who knows how to walk like a Miss Universe. And you’re the most talented among us,” Marylex insisted on Shania.

With that, she left the room, clicking the door softly behind her. I exhaled and leaned back against the headboard, as the maid’s footsteps faded down the hall. The television flickered faintly across the room. I hadn’t even realized it was still on. A bright, cheerful voice filled the silence. “Calling all aspiring pastry chefs! The National Dessert Championship is open for registration! The grand finals will be broadcast live, with a panel of top culinary judges. And the prize—one hundred thousand dollars!” My breath caught. One hundred thousand dollars.

I shouldn’t have left her. I heard the bidding going on for the lady number eight. $12,500 was her price. “Our next lady, number nine. She’s quite a catch. She’s 24 years old. And she loves to read. She loves eating, and quite the irony, she’s a model. Ladies and gentlemen, lady number nine is Ms. Alessandra De La Vega!” The MC’s voice boomed across the hall. I watched the stage intently. Then Ali came out looking like a goddess in her dress. The stagehands aimed the spotlight on her and my hands balled into fists.

“Get a move on girls!” Ms. Blue yelled in the kitchen. Beads of sweat had started pooling on my forehead and brows, and my legs felt like they would give out soon. I’d only been working for the Caldwells for a few days, but I already wanted out. Today was the engagement party of Dean Caldwell and his dethroned, Lynette Sinclair— the tall blonde Barbie bombshell who was the heir to the Sinclair dynasty. I didn’t know much about her, but I’d seen her in the tabloids once or twice before. She was built like a model, and was popularly referred to as ‘the people’s princess’.

The other ladies immediately voiced their disdain toward Debra and their support for Shelia. "Well, after tonight, Miss Blair will be Mrs. Nichols. No matter how many men Debra warms her bed with, Mr. Nichols won't even spare her a glance." "That's right, Miss Blair. You're a rare gem, beautiful and pure. Debra, well, she's just a woman of the world. Mr. Nichols is lucky to have you." "Isn't that so? Miss Blair graduated from Arcane Academy on her merit, while Debra had to sneak in through the back door. That alone speaks volumes about her character."

He had spent the entire morning trying to persuade Tyrone to let him in on the oil and gas project, but the latter had shown no interest whatsoever. Desperate, Charles turned around and gestured at a young lady with blonde hair and blue eyes. She nodded at Charles and hurried forward, falling in step next to Tyrone. She flashed him a kilowatt smile and said sweetly, "Mr. Elkin, your golf skills are impressive. I'm only a beginner, but I'd be honored if you could show me how to play properly. How about it?" "Mr. Elkin, Ms. Cheryl Whitman here is this year's winner of the global beauty pageant. When she heard you would be golfing today, she came to meet you in person," Charles piped up.