First thing's first. Remember that this is only day 2. But I do need to get Stella more back into her character. She's one of the funniest Winx girls, in the show and in fanfictions, so...

Sorry for updating late, but I've been ultra busy. And I have to take a bit of break because I have a whole lot of homework and studying... Things will pick up again in the story soon, but I have to adjust to my school-work-load, so it will be about 2 weeks before I update. Sorry, guys. As a reward, though, I'll work hard and post 4 new chapters.

Also give me suggestions how candidates should be disqualified. I bet some of you guys can seriously come up with very funny outcomes.

R&R&ENJOY

-BB

Third POV

"You and your potty-mouth." Stella teased.

"Blame Musa, and especially Tecna when Timmy blows her off for something science-y." I retorted.

Sunny twiddled her thumbs nervously. Before she could ask her question, Brandon did for her. "What's so bad about love-at-first-sight?"

"It's unhealthy. You know nothing about them but fall in love anyway. You only know their looks. Love-at-first-sight is just an over exaggeration for a crush. You can only find it, as in the real version, in stories. Works of fiction. Made-up."

Stella rolled her eyes. "I vacationed in Earth one time and brought back this Romance book that was apparently quite famous. Its name was Romeo and Juliet. In it, they fall in love at first sight."

Bloom nodded. "Yup, then they find out that their families are bitter enemies but still strive to be together, against all odds."

Sunny smiled, eyes glazed over. "How romantic..."

"How is that so bad?" Brandon demanded.

I grinned. "Juliet ends up drinking fake poison to look like she died so they could elope, but Romeo thinks she did die, so he commits suicide with his sword. Then, Juliet wakes up to find her lover dead before her, so she takes up the sword and kills herself also."

"How sad!" Sunny frowned.

Stella agreed. "Tragic."

"Hardcore." The three blonds gave me weird looks, but I shrugged. "I'm not a believer."

The drinks and special orders were beginning to be served.

I lick my lips hungrily as I ruthlessly cut up my pancakes, breathing in the intoxicating chocolate on chocolate in chocolate smell. I can't even wait long enough to cut them up, so I take a whipped cream bottle and spray some in my mouth, like a true bad-ass.

I earned myself stares from many people around the room, including my three blond friends, the royal family, many of the girls, some personal guides, and dare I say all of the servants.

In response, I swallowed and sprayed more into my mouth. I'm not trying to impress anyone here, so why should I try? I don't care!

I finally finished cutting up my pancakes and practically inhaled him, they were so delicious. I wiped off my mouth and grabbed a glass of milk Catherine had set before me earlier, chugging it, then sighing in blissful relief. That was the best.

I leaned back, enjoying the after-feeling of those pancakes.

As more girls finished up their breakfast, the servants were clearing their dirty dishes. I began counting the dishes, many of them still having tons of food left on them, and realized there is no possible way to get more than 54 dishes back to the kitchen with maybe 15 servants. I stood up with my plate and milk glass, marching over to where the kitchen, in fact, was. Looks of confusion and surprise dawned on the faces of people I passed. I made my way around the kitchen, trying to find the sink through all the hustle and bustle. The chefs were now preparing lighter things for the servants and themselves, as the servants were placing the plates that had practically everything still on them on the tables, not by the sinks.

I had finished my meal, while some of the other girls made the chefs cook or put together foods they didn't even eat half of. Pompous... Arrogant...

I spotted the huge sink and almost made it, but the bumped into a large body. "Oof." The plate slipped out of my hand as my glass flew upwards. I immediately dove for the plate before it crashed on the floor, and broke.

I successfully caught it was helped up by a two sets of hands, one on either arm.

"Woah, zare, me ladezy!" An older male voice with a funny accent spoke. I guessed he had meant, 'Woah, there my lady.'

"Are you okay?" A feminine voice that I realized belonged to Catherine asked.

I looked up to Catherine and a large, foreign-looking Chef with styled mustache and beard.

My eyes pinpointed my milk glass in his hand, un harmed. I guess he caught it when I dived for the plate.

"Zid youz zike me pancake-ez? He asked. It took me a moment to understand his speech as 'Did you like my pancakes.' What was with his accent?

I smiled widely, nodding vigorously. "Yes, it was amazing! I was going to tell Catherine to give you my compliments, but this is even better!"

They weren't the only ones surprised. My presence was felt by everyone in the room after the near breakage of china and glass, and the frenzy in the room had died down. Now many of them look as surprised as Catherine and... I didn't catch the chef's name. Again, I searched for a name tag, but found none.

I frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ah...?"

"Delliasinstincty Pabloish." He replied immediately.

I stared blankly. "What?"

He repeated himself. "Delliasinstincty Pabloish."

Wow. That is one hell of a name. If there are more servants with names like his, no wonder they don't have name tags. "Hey, um, could I just call you Pablo? It's a cliché chef's name that I will not only remember, but be able to pronounce." I paused. "Actually, I want to add Deli at the beginning!" I laughed. "Deli Pablo! Perfect!"

Deli Pablo gave me a weird look, but didn't say no. He then changed the subject. "Zu youz zwant me zoos cook itz zomorrow zoos?" It took me a minute, but I finally understood what he said as 'Do you want me to cook it tomorrow too'. That accent! So many z's it's making my head crazy. There was no real pattern, just a bunch of random z's.

"No, not tomorrow... probably. I don't have it everyday, so why change that?" I took a deep breath, then the next question rushed out of my mouth. "Where are you from? Your accent is so unique!"

Apparently it was rude to ask someone questions like that, personal ones, when you barely know them, but what's the harm?

"Zah, zwell me famizy zoriginazly camez here fromz za farz zaway zealm, fromz za planet zat zeses zoo exizt. Me zanceszors hadz zomehowz ezcape-edz beforez me zome planet zwas dez-zroyed-ez." Deli Pablo explained. It translated into 'Ah, well my family originally came here from a far away realm, from a planet that ceases to exist. My ancestors had somehow escaped before my home planet was destroyed.'

Oh. That's the harm. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean-"

Deli Pablo interrupted me. "Zit's fine-zez."

Catherine and a few others gasped. Then he realized what he had done, turning pale. He had just interrupted someone who could very well be the next Queen. He was about to bow his large-self down and apologize, but I patted his back. "That's it! Speak up!"

Another look of confusion. God damn. Was I really so strange? Whatever. Merely interrupting me to reassure me doesn't mean that an apology is needed.

I smiled, trying reassure him. "It's fine. I want people to act like themselves around me, don't worry."

His relief was clear, but he also seemed suspicious. I sighed. Trust usually isn't built in a day. I decided to change the subject. "Can you make me a fried egg sandwich tomorrow? I want to leave early from breakfast before we have to do anything."

He nodded, and was about to say something, when a masculine voice called my name from the kitchen. "Bloom! What are you doing back here?"

I turned my head to see Brandon walking over to me. The servants that he passed bowed to him slightly out of respect.

"I'm cleaning my dishes."

The most taken aback was Brandon. "You're... What?"

"Cleaning. Dishes. What's so hard to understand?"

I took my milk glass from Deli Pablo and my plate to the sink and began to complete that task. Just when the servants had gotten back to their jobs, they halted once more at the sight of what I was doing.

I finished up, grabbing a towel to dry them off. "Why don't you all have a dishwasher? I mean, I don't have one at home, but wouldn't that make things easier? Especially with so many dishes to clean?"

"We have tried asking the royal advisors, but they always shoo us away." Catherine answered.

"Why don't they try cleaning all of these dishes by hand!" I scoffed. "But why don't you ask the royal family? Wouldn't they help?"

Catherine shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no! We could never ask the Royal family! Especially after already being rejected by a few of their advisors..."

Brandon narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze around the room, taking in the workload that the servants here had to do. "Which advisors were they?"

Catherine looked down, fidgeting nervously. "They were Sir Paul, Lord Ryan, and Lord Maxwell." She turned away when her name was shouted across the room and scampered away. Deli Pablo went back to his work as well.

Brandon nodded silently, deep in thought.

I just eyed him. "What are you doing here?"

He looked up. "W-What?"

I continued to look at him suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"

He gulped, wide-eyed. "I was just- I was just wondering where you were..."

"I was obviously in the kitchen, and you found me."

He coughed. "Well, breakfast will be over in a few minutes, so I was making sure you knew." The blond knight whipped around and walked away rather stiffly.

"Okay..." I shook my head and followed him out. I sat back down in between Stella and Sunny. Sunny greeted me, but Stella had frown plastered on her face with her phone to her ear. She dialed another number and placed it to her ear again. After a few more tries, she sighed, exasperated and rubbed her eyes. She looked seriously tired.

"Thank you for joining us for breakfast. You may go." The Queen announced kindly.

Stella yawned and stood up, with Sunny and I following suit. "I'm sooooooo tired." She stated.

I smiled and patted her back. Her sudden spurt of seriousness looked like it was going away... At least I hoped so.

The King and Queen soon left, but the Prince was lingering back, talking to some of the candidates. Brandon had disappeared.

Stella laid her head on my shoulder. "Can we go back to our rooms?" She mumbled.

"Don't you want to talk to the prince?" Sunny asked, surprised.

A look of realization crossed her face and she tried to stand up, wobbling a bit.

She was trying this hard when she's this tired? This couldn't be healthy. With so much fatigue on a princess that's never really gotten sick or badly injured in her life, only a bad outcome could result.

Stella felt her forehead, blinking, trying to keep her balance, out of obvious dizziness.

I vaguely remember that Prince Sky was making his way around the room, talking to the other girls. He was headed this way when Stella fainted. I immediately reached for her but Prince Sky beat me to it.