The next day, the Spanish Royal family arrived for the party. Unlike our group and the English Union's group, they would not be serving a meal. My maids made a amber dress that snugly fit with off the shoulder sleeves, and I wore georgous leather heels.
The decorations were okay, and so was the food and drinks. There was a quartet playing an instrumental song. I almost felt bad for Moxie, who was wearing a very revealing dress. But then I rembered her cruel personality and brushed the feeling off.
I felt a tap on my shoulder? "Are you Lady Aria?" A voice asked.
I turned to see a Spanish visitor. She had dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. The girl was younger than me, maybe around fourteen. "I am." I said.
"I'm Princess Valentina. You're the Seven, correct?" I nodded. "Well, we are very impressed with your competition so far. I assume you're a great leader." I was a bit overhwhelmed. A princess, a random stranger I never met thought I, a Seven who just got lucky was a leader? I was shocked.
"Th-thanks." I stuttered; Valentina smiled at me.
We breezily talked the rest of the night. The party was overall bland. We never even danced at all.
At the end of the night, I was tired and happily curled into bed.
Writer's note:
Hi there! That chapter was mega short, but kinda insiginfigant so there you go. Have a fabulous day/night!
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The Selection
FanfictionAria Young is a Seven who lives in a small town in Midston. Aria and her older brother live a hard, but simple life. That is until her name is called out as the Selected girl from Midston, and her life is flipped upside down. Her crush of Prince Dan...
