Fae Dick thought when the Selection of Prince Asher was announced that she should enter. She knew her family wouldn't be too thrilled at the prospect, but Fae was always known to do things spontaneously, and she was looking to get more out of her an...
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February 25th
8:57 a.m.
No matter how many times I scrub my face, I can't seem to wash off the tear streaks marked on it. I spend more time in front of the mirror this morning than I ever have in my entire life. I didn't pull my hair back far enough so not only is my shirt soaked, my hair is too. I wipe my face with a towel, take one last look, then leave the bathroom. I move through my room without glancing toward all my unpacked clothes still on the ground.
Via and Kay are already downstairs getting breakfast. I told them I'd be down in a couple minutes. I can tell Via wanted to wait for me, but I honestly needed a few moments to myself before I went downstairs. I fell asleep in Via's room last night and didn't get out of bed until Via was shaking me awake, telling me it was time to get up.
I felt like I could have slept all day.
But I can't do that. Asher is planning to speak to us. To me. And I have to be awake for that.
