Labeled (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixteen

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Oh my goodness The Selection was just picked up for a movie by Warner Bros and if the first movies are popular they could end up making six!
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I haven't seen Alexander for a week now, but I'm not worried, not that I have a reason to be. I just don't want to go home now.

Not when there is a small chance I could possibly be maybe feeling a little itsy-bitsy something for Prince Alexander. When I might be able to hand him some of my trust. I catch him looking at me during meals, occasionally pass him in the hallways. For the past week I've been avoiding Bridgette and hanging out with Cecelia, Eleanor, and Hope.

Since it's Saturday again, I am confined to the space in the women's room. Today, however, confined isn't the right word. More like I chose to stay because Bridgette isn't here. Suddenly this beautiful cage feels like a paradise.  My white dress is a little fancy for a Saturday, but it's so gorgeous and my maids finished it last night. I will wear it to dinner too, but I might keep it on forever...

The dress is amazing, but the real beauty are the shoes. Oh, the shoes. They are made of crystal, and make me feel like Cinderella. The sparkle and clink at just the right time, I don't know how my maids got them.

I take this as an opportunity to learn who is still left after the eliminations made yesterday on the Report.

Three girls went home, so that means...26 remaining?

I look around from my solitary chair in the deep corner of the room, and try to memorize the names of the girls left. (look at the next chapter for who got eliminated)

After that, I feel like going back to my room. In the pristine hallways lined with expressionless guards, sounds of joy are rare to hear.

But a flirtatious most un-ladylike giggle, a man's low groan?

Who wouldn't be curious, even on a normal day, consisting of Bridgette?

As I travel closer to the source of the sound, only one of the voices is recognizable. It is the voice of a Selected, but Alexander's voice isn't there.

And Gaunt made if pretty clear what happens to someone who is having an affair with a man other than the Prince.

I refocus on my surroundings, and find myself in front of Room 18. Eleanor. And her guard is missing.

The girl with the queenly, elegant, demeanor? With a palace guard in her room? The girl who is always so poised, so rule following, so ready for this life?

The girl who is afraid to fall has taken a rather large leap.

I peek in through the cracked open door, not caring if they see me. After all, they brought it on themselves.

I gasp, but the two lovers don't hear.

Eleanor and the guard are lying on her couch, and the guard, who I recognize from outside her door, is slowly kissing her. His shirt is no where to be seen. As he moves his way down her neck, the giggles grow stronger and I grow more revolted. This isn't the Eleanor I know.

Who is she?

I...I don't know what to do. Je ne sais pas, (I don't know) I think automatically. Our mentor is teaching us some French, because we are going to be hosting the French Royalty in three weeks.

Our mentor, who is employed by the palace. The palace, home to the royals. The royals, parents of Prince Alexander. Prince Alexander, the one in charge of all this mess.