Welcome to the 2015 Miss Chick Lit pageant, where literary ladies from around the globe compete for the coveted title!
Up next is Rapunzel Delmonico from the illustrious United Kingdoms of Marestam. So grab your cocktails, strap a seatbelt on your men, and prepare to be enchanted!
Introduction:
Greetings all. My name’s Rapunzel and I’m here thanks to too many martinis and an ill-conceived bet with some of my girlfriends. (I’m looking at you, Cinderella.) Not that I mind strutting around in a swimsuit in front of a few dozen cameras or anything … I just don’t need the validation. But let’s make the best of it, shall we?
Yes, I’m that chick from the tower. No, my hair is not thirty feet long, but it does change color and style roughly three times a week. As an infant, my parents sold me to a witch for drugs, so I don’t know where I actually came from. But now I live in a fabulous bachelorette pad on the Upper West Side of Carpale. And if you didn’t already know any of those things, you don’t pay much attention to the gossip pages.
Swimsuit:
I chose this little number because it’s a kinda funky, kinda flirty, and it was the first one to catch my eye.
See, this might come as a shock, but I care almost as little about making someone’s best-dressed list as I do about marrying into royalty—or marrying in general, for that matter. Nothing more than a waste of time and freedom. And in my experience, all you actually need to make that list is confidence. (Again, Cin, I’m looking at you. Belle too.)
Talent:
Funny story. I was all ready to drop some drawer—haha, I mean, some jaws—with a gravity-defying acrobatic spectacular. But somebody spotted my prop box just now and made a ruckus with the censor board. So instead, you lucky kids get to see the swimsuits I picked for my five closest gal pals. Please keep in mind I went by their tastes, not my own.
Interview: What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?
Best compliment? Well, there was the time I got two marriage proposals—via skywriting—on the same day. Some people would consider that a compliment. And the owner of Carbury Diamonds once said my eyes put his flagship showroom to shame. That was pretty cool. But I’ll never forget picking up the Marestam Mirror last Halloween and seeing a ten-year-old girl dressed as yours truly. There she was … in a sea of princesses, Cinderellas, and pureblood fairies … wearing a lavender wig and a naked left ring finger. She told the reporter that she wanted to be editor-in-chief of a news company someday, and that she didn’t need a crown or a man to define her. I almost cried.
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Let’s get a hand for Rapunzel Delmonico, everyone! For more about her and her friends (whose swimsuit picks are included below), check them out in Desperately Ever After.
* One part Sex and the City * Two parts Desperate Housewives * Three parts Brothers Grimm *
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