I woke up two days later. My mother was sitting by my bed smiling from ear to ear.
"Well, my dear, what are we gonna do?"
"Mother, you know very well that I am not your dear."I remarked. We giggled for what felt like hours, and then she helped me pack. She took the day off and we went to the spa. I leave tomorrow. I haven't ever left her before. I'm scared. But I know that I am not going to win. I'll be surprised if I get through a day!
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The Selection
FanfictionWhat if someone entered the selection who wanted to? What if they had a massive crush on the prince since they were three years old? What if her entire bedroom was a shrine, dedicated to the prince of Illea. Meet Caroline, a beautiful, intelligent g...
