Labeled (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Alexander's POV:

I look over at Clarissa again, back from memory lane.

It still hurts every time I look at her, for ever time I remember how I hurt her.

And somehow, I think she has managed to put it it in her past. I appreciate that more than words can say.

Also, I respect her for that. It is so mature, understanding, and forgiving of her.

I don't want to interrupt her peaceful sleep, but we have to begin our day. Luckily, it is Saturday so...we don't have to do anything structured.

I ring for her maids, and they come up, surprised as I meet them in the hallway.

I explain our situation to them, and they listen with wide eyes. I ask them to bring up breakfast for Clarissa so we can have breakfast in bed.

Then, I go to my room to change and pick up some things from my maids. Again, I explain my situation, just leaving out the details of me waking up in her bed.

The roses are sent to her room, and I get there quickly before they arrive.

The six maids helping me all tried and and failed to convince me to let them arrange and set up everything for me.

But Clarissa would want me to do it on my own, and besides, it's not as meaningful if I don't put in effort.

So, fifteen painstakingly quiet minutes later, I have managed not to wake her while setting everything up.

Looking at her, she is so beautiful. Surrounded by a bed of roses, in the same position as before. The light is stronger now, and illuminates her skin as a pale red light bathes her, reflecting from the roses.

Her breakfast of pancakes, chocolate bread, and orange juice sits on the bed next to her, also surrounded by the roses.

I gently brush the hair back from her face.

"Wake up, Clarissa," I say gently.

She stirs and opens her eyes. As she stretches, she freezes, feeling the roses move aside.

"What?" She says in disbelief as she sees me, the roses, and her breakfast. It's magical, watching her come to life. "D-did you do this? For me?" She asks.

I laugh lightly at her surprise and modesty. "Of course, darling."

"Ah!" She squeals like a child. "This is amazing! You are amazing!"

Carefully sitting up, she extracts her breakfast and sets it on her lap.

I haven't seen her this happy in so long, that I can't help it.

I kiss her smiling lips like my life depends on it, and she returns the kiss to me with just as much excitement.

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I'm so sorry this was so short!!! For the next chapter, should I continue with more Clarissa/Alexander stuff and finish their breakfast day thing or not? I'm stuck...

I really like writing in Alexander's point of view

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