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.

In addition to Dawson, Camilla, and Eric, there were four or five business tycoons in bespoke suits, as well as a group of beauties with different styles. Blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian stunners, beauties in dress, tanned Brazilian hotties, and a Japanese beauty in a kimono with a gentle smile... Nearly ten girls! Sheila was momentarily dazed. This spectacle… could it be the legendary international beauty pageant? Sheila whispered to Killian, "Did you used to party like this?" His expression froze slightly, his desire to survive kicking in. "I never participated." the line sounded familiar. It reminded her of a meme about men that was going around online.

Murmuring started again, "A beauty pageant, The first-ever corporately sponsored pageant in New York that promotes beauty, grace, strength, and intelligence, something to shock everyone and distract the public from all this drama in the news before we know it will blow over, and It will be financed by DM Holdings. Additionally, I will compete to eliminate any impression of prejudice and anyone else is gladly invited to join” A pin could have dropped. Applause broke out a moment later, and a standing ovation followed.

I don’t want to let Derek down. “For third place,” the stage manager began. “The winner is Debra Washington!” Some applause and cheers echoed from the crowd as the black girl accepted her award. Her hair was puffed out in a large afro. “For second place,” the stage manager said. “The winner is Brenda Banner!” A white girl with long pig tails hit the stage. She was bouncing all over the place with joy. “And for first place,” the stage manager began. “Well, looks like we got a tie. One of the first-place winners is Beverly Hudson.”

She heaved in anger and glanced at Adrian that was looking at her expressionlessly. "Is that your personal bodyguard that Lizzy told me about?!" "Yes, We will talk about him later. I have to go on the stage now" Bella nodded as the MC introduced her on the stage. "Of course we can't have our award ceremony without a beautiful and Handsome hosts to grace our screen. So with that said, Let's invite our Amazing Host" "Mr Dillan, The national Husband. His popularity is one that shouldn't be played with"