Selection redo

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I made my way back to my room. It felt odd to think of the room I had stayed at during the Selection as my room, as opposed to the room Maxon and I shared. I grimaced. Yet another thing to get used to, waking up without him. I checked the ornate grandfather clock. Only another half hour until our meeting in the gardens. When I did reach my temporary living quarters, I tried to distract myself by playing the piano, but the only song that came to mind was the one I had written for Maxon on our anniversary last year. It reminded me too much of him, so I looked through my clothes collection. I smiled, recalling how vast I once had thought it to be. After I became Illèa's queen, my "closet" was a whole other room, full of dresses of every color and design. A quick glance at the clock on my bedside table showed that it was about the time that I needed to make my way outside. I fell into the arms of the closet person I saw, gasping that I had to go outside. The man looked down at me, a bewildered look in his chocolate brown eyes. A strangled noise came from the back of my throat. This was not some random guard. The man who had caught me was Maxon.

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