Maxon's P.O.V.
"You're right. I acted inappropriately tonight Ms. Singer. I'm sorry." I said, my cheeks burning
She stayed pressed up to the balcony.
"I'm sorry." I bowed and rushed out the door
I heard her breath a sigh of relief.
America's P.O.V.
I breathed a sigh relief.
But it sunk in.
He's not over me. He's not over me!
I flopped onto my bed.
I reached for the phone. Good idea! Let's wake up my boyfriend at 1:30 in the morning
I put it back down.
I screamed into my pillow. I vented to myself
"Who does he think he is!? Waltzing in here like he owns the place. Trying to kiss me when I'm in a relationship and he's married." I fumed
Answer: He's the Prince of Illea. He lives here. And he cares about me.
So I cried myself to sleep.
~~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh, my lady!" Someone cried, bright morning light fell on me.
I blinked open my puffy eyes.
In front of me were Mary, Lucy, and Anne.
"Girls!" I squealed
Dropping all formalities we squealed and giggled and hugged.
"Are you ok?" Mary asked, straitening her dress.
"Yes, yes. Now can you help me get dressed?" I said, clasping my hands together
"Of course m - America." Lucy smiled
They dressed me in a gorgeous blue sun dress with ruffles.
"So what are you doing back at the palace?" Lucy asked, pulling out a warm yellow ribbon.
"I'm tutoring Princess Anna and Prince Andrew." I answered, wincing a bit when Anne brushed a knot in my hair
"Oh dear! Have you seen King Maxon yet? Or even worse, Queen Kriss?" Mary gasped
"I've met them both." I sighed
"Were they nice to you?" Anne asked
"Very welcoming." I said
Lucy pulled the ribbon and I was done.
It was a light blue dress with ruffles and shoulder straps. My maids even added a rose gold belt.
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One Wrong Move - A Selection Fanfiction
RomanceAmerica is dying. Slowly. She hasn't been eating or sleeping. Maxon did this to her. She knows she should be mad. But how can she? He's the man she loves. She can hardly keep herself together at the wedding. Maxon on the other hand....... Maxon coul...