The selection we have come to know of belongs to young prince and a young maiden and their love story. America and Maxon two people meant for each other. This time it will be Princess America Schreave of Illea and Maxon Singer a Five. The selection...
I was sitting next to Carter on the extremely comfortable seats of the plane. I was really nervous and my stomach did crazy things during takeoff but otherwise floating in the air was pretty good for my first time. "Hey did you see the Newsome guys? Unreal! With him on the chase none of us stand a chance. He is influential, rich not to mention incredibly handsome even if he was arrogant and acting as if we were lowly 8s." Carter said shuddering at the thought. "Well to be honest having a nature like he is the best and having a big head won't get him anywhere. So Carter, just sit back and relax. Stop worrying! With the princess's temper in hand he won't be getting anywhere." I said. "Yeah, you're probably right." he said sounding unsure. I turned back to look behind where Brian Newsome was seated. He had sleeping mask over his eyes and hopefully hadn't heard our conversation.
Finally we landed and as we departed we met with a huge crowd lining the red carpet. They held placards with a smattering of names on it. People shouted out to us and bombarded us with autographs and questions. I even saw a lot of people cheering me on but mostly Carter was the center of attention. I was so tempted to give these people satisfaction that I by the time I had went down the entire line I had delayed our group by an hour! Of course Brian strutted down the carpet like an obnoxious model and Carter went with a few people. James being shy, simply waved and hurried to the oily smooth limo on the other side. As we got in Brian muttered something unintelligible that sounded like "Poor showoffs, probably never got any attention as this." I was so angry smoke was puffing from my ears. The rest of the way was in pin drop silence.
America POV
I hadn't a pinch of sleep the night before, tossing and turning in the nervousness of meeting the boys the day after tomorrow. My hair was such a mess that it took Lucy and Mary half an hour to tame my hair. In the end they decided the side French braid would be best for my hair today along with a nice yellow dress.
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Feeling confident and at the top of the world, I hurried to my father's office to pick up my work. Hopefully he is not there. Usually I make sure when and where my dad is but yesterday I was such a mess I forgot to. As I neared the office my arms flexed in case I needed to defend myself verbally or physically. I knocked and I heard a gruff 'Come in.' I saw my father sitting there with a stoic expression staring right at me. I went in to pick up my pile of work and turned to go to the Women's Room. "America. I want to you to do your work in here." he said so loudly that without even protesting I sat down. A totally awkward silence ensued. "You will be meeting the suitors tomorrow but they will be arriving today so I forbid you to even visit the second and first floor." he said. "What! And stay here all day. I have things to do. Besides I won't be going near the rooms." I said back defiantly. "If you dare deny me, we both know what will happen." he said back shutting me out. "And America, remember do not simply ignore the Selected you must choose someone whether you like it or not. Here are the files with the Selected information. Keep in mind what happens if I find you disobey me." father boomed his words echoing in my mind. I decided to make a dash for it and ran out the office unable to stay a minute longer. I heard my father call out in an angry voice after me but I ran all the way the solarium a place no ONE except me visits often.
I sat silently looking over the Selection profiles. All considerably handsome and skilled but who knows how they will act towards me. I looked out the window and saw numerous limos sliding through the gate. They had arrived and they will most probably start destroying my sleep, day and night.
Maxon POV
The castle came into view and it was quite breathtaking. We were ushered into a room full of suits and mirrors and maids and butlers scurrying here and there. A woman entered looking all business like and by the nametag i guessed her name was Silvia. "Mr. Singer over there your valet will take care of you." she quickly shot out orders to everyone. Probably because our group was the last one and obviously late. A man in his mid-thirties scanned me from my head to toes. "Hmm, long hair but the blonde is very toned. Skin slightly tanned...perfect. Broad shouldered muscular probably one the larger medium suits." he continued muttering to himself. Finally he told me,"You just need a cropped haircut and well your suit will be brought in a few minutes. That's all I feel you're perfect as you are. Hard to find y'know." I was astonished,"Well...Th-thank you I guess." In the end I looked in the mirror and saw someone like me but much more handsome in the iron pressed cream shirt and black pants. Pretty cool. Then we watched the shots of when we had arrived in Angeles and Carter was the one with the most fans. There were only 34 though. I guess the person from Angeles came here directly. Then we were assigned our rooms on the second floor. When I saw mine I almost fell back. The suite was humongous! The drapes were navy blue, the floor pristine marble, the bed a glowing white and the bathroom was another suite in itself. There was a walk in wardrobe and I stood in the middle of it all astonished. 😮
