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I woke up bright and early the morning of June 15th, 2010, it was the morning of my first job interview; I was 17 years old and
would be graduating from high school in 2011, but after that I had college to pay for and I learned that education was not something
cheap, so I started searching for jobs and learned that the Royal Family of Denmark was looking for a maid. I dressed in the best dress
shirt I had and put on some cackeys before walking out of my room.
"You look cute, got plans?" My dad asked as I poured some Apple Jacks and sat down at the kitchen table.
"I'm going for a job interview at the royal palace, they need a maid," I said taking a bite of cereal and swallowing before going
on, "I need money for this coming term, college isn't cheap!"
"No, it isn't, but just like always we'll find a way to pay for it, working for the royal family is not something I want you doing!
They are rude and believe they are better than everyone because they were born lucky!" My dad ranted and I smiled as I shook my head.
I knew how he felt about them but still I was going after this. We weren't rich, we weren't poor, we were right in the middle of the social
class; we had enough money to get by but we didn't buy things we didn't need.
"Dad, this is my choice, Copenhagen Business School isn't cheap!" I said finishing my cereal and putting the bowl in the sink, "I
have to go; I don't want to be late!"
"Bella!" He called to me as I walked out the door but I didn't turn around or stop, I knew he would just talk me out of it. I
walked out the house and into my red 1965 Ford Mustang, it had white seats that were leather and a black steering wheel, hanging down
I had an air freshener in the shape of a frog.
I drove 10 miles to the Royal Mansion and thought it would be quite a commute if I did get this job. When I pulled up to the
security guard I saw middle aged woman who had gray steaks forming in her hair.
"Isabella Swan," I said pulling out my Drivers License and birth certificate.
"Right, you're here for the job aren't you?" I nodded, "Don't, turn around, they are cruel, the gray streaks in my hair didn't
appear till I got this job! This place drives you crazy!" Somehow, I believe that she had been crazy to begin with.
"Well, I need a job, and I am desperate!" I said and she shrugged.
"You're funeral, go on in," She said motioning me to go ahead but on her face was a sorrowful expression, like she felt sorry for
me. I drove what seemed like 3 miles before finally reaching the mansion.
"Hello Ma'am," A man said bowing to me as I got out.
"Hello," I said and gave one last look at my car before going to the gigantic steel doors that stood at least 12 feet tall, they had
the knockers on them so I grabbed one and knocked. Soon enough a tiny boy answered the door.
"Who are you?" He asked curiosity brimming on his tiny face; he couldn't have been more than 10 years old. He had dirty blonde
hair with bright blue eyes and two dimples that stood out when he smiled, when he smiled it also showed he had lost a baby tooth.
"Johnathan!" A woman said coming behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, "You aren't supposed to run around!"
"Is he your son?" I asked knowing the answer was probably 'yes'.
"Yes, I work for the Royal Family, I'm a single mother and I can't afford a baby sitter, they are tolerant with letting me bring him
to work," She said then it dawned on her, "Why are you here?"
"Oh, I was here about the job," I said and she moved aside to let me in.
"Oh, I'm sorry you've gotten so desperate you've come to this, I'm Rosalie, technically I'm related to the family by marriage but
they want nothing to do with me, they barely acknowledge that I exist," Rosalie said and I felt sorry for her. To not be noticed by your
family had to be tough and to be surprised that they would let your son come to work with you was even worse.
"I'm Bella, nice to meet ya Rosalie!" I said and shook her hand. Rosalie looked a few years older than me and had blonde hair
with hazel eyes.
"Please, call me Rose," Rosalie said and I nodded.
"Nice to meet ya Rose!" I said smiling at her and looking at her son, "He's cute!"
"Thanks, well, I'll go tell her Majesty that you're here," With that Rose walked off with Johnathan in hand. I looked around at the
vast mansion and noticed the grand piano that sat in the middle of the room; I walked over and fingered it, it was black and the keys
were cleaned and polished. I sat down on the bench before I knew what was happening and my fingers started playing Beethoven.
"Well, the first thing you should learn is that you ask before touching things!" I jumped out of my skin and spun around to see
Rose and the Queen. Rose's face was full of sympathy and something told me she had fell victim to the piano once as well.
"I'm so sorry your majesty!" I said jumping up and bowing to her.
"Follow me," I did as I was told and followed her into the foyer, "Why do you feel you are qualified for this job?"
"As a cleaning lady?" I asked a little curious of what other job there could be.
"Yes, yes, why?" The Queen repeated a little annoyed.
"Well, I clean my own house every day, granted it's about the size of this room but I don't see why I couldn't do this whole
mansion!" I said looking around and taking in the sheer size of it all.
"Well, the crowned Prince will be your boss because the King and I are going away to the states for vacation, we'll be back in
about a month or two, we feel that Prince Edward is capable of making diplomatic decisions while we are gone," Queen Esme said getting
up and smoothing her dress, "Follow along."
"Yes Ma'am!" I said getting up and walking behind her.
"Here's the kitchen," Queen Esme said wiping her fingers over the countertop, "needs to be cleaned!"
"Yes ma'am, that will be the first thing I do!" I said writing it down in a yellow journal I had brought with me.
"If you get the job, my son won't have time to watch your work so I'll have to trust you to do a good job!" The queen said and
walked back into the foyer.
"Why can't someone watch me? I mean, I'll do a good job..." I said trailing off. Was I talking myself out of the position?
"My son will be preparing to become king and he will be busy with the princess to plan his wedding!" With that the Queen left
me standing there, "You'll start tomorrow!"
"Oh! Thank you! I won't disappoint you ma'am!" I said curtseying before walking outside to my car.
"Let me get that for you!" A man said coming to open my car door for me, I knew by the way he was dressed he wasn't hired
help; he was royalty.
"Oh, my, thank you!" I said getting in and smiled at him one last time before driving off. I knew that I had just met the crowned
Prince of Denmark: Edward Cullen.