America's POV
A knock on the door.
I ran to get it.
The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a strong cologne.
Maxon stood before me holding a dress.
We stood there ackwardly.
I wrapped my robe around myself.
"Um. America, Daphne's coming today. I here to deliver a dress to you. "
He hands me a blue dress with a small smile, begging for forgiveness.
I giggled. A fake one obviously, "This is not a dress, it's a ball gown! "
"There's a ball. And you have to wear this when we greet them. Please America, my father—"
"I know. Fine." I cut him off.
He nods meekly.
"Hey, I'm sorry. There's nothing on with me and her. I still love you, can you—"
"Me too." I reply simply with a smile.
He managed to smile weakly.
"I—" he started.
I slammed the door.
I slide down, my back on the door.
What should I do? My body won't accept him.
I pace around my room.
My maids came and hurriedly dressed me while I was in a daze.
"I'm going to let you hair down, a little by the side? With pins so it wouldn't fly all over the place? A diamond pin to add some sparkle? "Mary suggests.
I grinned. "Sounds good."
I watched Lucy put on jewelry and I quickly slip on the heels.
Anne come over and powders my face.
"A little mascara, lipstick?" She wondered.
I shook my head. "A little mascara, and lip gloss. No concealer or lipstick please."
Anne nodded. "You didn't need concealer."
I smiled.
"I want to be out quick. I need to see Kriss." I told them.
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The Amber- Selection fanfic
FanfictionWhat happens after America (accidentally) break Prince Maxon's heart? What if Maxon (accidentally) choose Kriss Ambers? Would they (accidentally or purposely) meet again? What will happen? Ames POV I widen my eyes as Maxon's eyes met mine...