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"Hurry Iris! Its starting! You can't miss it. They're saving Angeles last, to add suspense." Lily shouts at me as I shake salt onto my popcorn. "Ok jeez!" I call.
I walk into the living room and Lily scoots over on the couch to make room for me.
"Look look! Iris, its Beckett Snow! He's on NOW!" She squeals. "Lil, I think that I can tell that he's on." I roll my eyes at the ceiling, but I am super nervous. The Selected from the province of Palome is going to be announced first, because that's just how it works.
It makes sense.
I have waited about a week for this announcement to come. A week!
"Scoot over Iris!" Mom says, fast-walking out of the kitchen with her bag of popcorn and sitting down next to me.
"Hello and good evening Illea!" Beckett Snow booms from the TV. "I bet that every single one of you watching this channel tonight has been beside themselves with nerves and excitement! But before we start with that, a little chat with our dear prince."
The camera focuses in on Prince Liam.
"You are the lucky boy, or should I say man? Your birthday was on March 12th, correct?" The prince nods. "Newly 18, and 35 young women, all gaming for you, how does it feel?" Beckett Snow asks.
"Weird. I've heard so many stories about Mom and Dad's Selection, and about how Dad was super close to asking the only other lady left, but then asked Mom."
"Interesting. Care to share the story?" Beckett asks. "Not tonight, that's for certain." Prince Liam jokes.
"And how about their Majesty's? Are you both excited to meet your future daughter-in-law?" Beckett asks. "What emotion do you think we have? Annoyance?" The queen jokes.
"Maybe?" Beckett asks slyly.
"No of course not! We're excited." King Phillip interrupts. "Why wouldn't we be?"
"Why wouldn't you be." Beckett repeats.
"Now onto the most exciting part of this evening. I'm not going to waste time talking, because you wonderful people out there will be beside yourselves with nerves. From the province of Palome, we have the wonderful Miss Amelia Johnson!" Beckett Snow shouts.
I have to wait for 34, well 33 really, other girls to get their names called before Angeles comes up. "Now this year was a special case, a round of applause for . . . ." I drift into lalaland, but am brought right back to reality when Lily and Mom jump off the couch screaming.
"Iris! Iris you're going to the palace!" Lily screams. "Whats so fun about the palace?" Oliver asks. "Everything!" Mom singsongs.
"Oh baby, you're going to the palace!" Mom shouts.
