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A shaking of my shoulders jolts me awake. My eyes are still groggy from sleep to focus on the dark silhouette that looms above me. I open my mouth to scream but before the sound emerges, a palm is thrust down upon my mouth.
"Elle shut up, its me." A voice says.
Ana! I am dreaming? I sit up right and the covers pool at my waist as Ana smiles at me. I pinch myself but nothing happens. Ana is still sitting right there in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I exclaim, reaching forward to grab my sister.
"You didn't think I was going to miss your wedding did you?" She replies. I groan internally at the thought.
"Yes but why? Families never come to weddings!" I ask in confusion. How did Ana even get here?
"You clearly have a special fiancee then. He invited mum, dad, Ollie and I." Ana says with a shrug. She climbs off the bed and turns the light on. I blink as the bright light hits me.
"Grayson invited you?" I ask.
"Yeah." She replies, sweeping over to couch. "Didn't he tell you?"
"No." I reply, blinking in confusion.
Why would Grayson invite them? 5's are notorious for being unwelcoming when it comes to their dwelling; this is the one rumour that I know is definitely true.
But then it is not an uncommon sentiment to disallow the entry of other castes into dwellings.
"Ollie?" I question. Ana blushes.
"My match remember?"
"Oh yeah." I mutter vaguely. Ana hides her face as her blush burns more vividly. I raise my eyebrows speculatively at my sister. "You like him don't you?"
"Grayson is great. I can see why you said yes." Ana brushes off my comment, picking up a dress from the couch.
"You're sidetracking." I push the covers off myself. The tips of her ears are still flaming red so I know I'm correct.
"Your dress is beautiful." She remarks.
My curiousity flares and I skip over towards the dress. Holding the dress up in front of her, I admire the loveliness of it. I could not have picked a better dress myself. The tight bodice and long trail will cling to my body like a second skin. Intricate designs of roses and swirls decorate the upper part of the bodice.
"Elle it is amazing." Ana breathes. "Did you pick it out?"
"No." I reply, holding the dress up. "I guess he did."
I choke back the catch in my throat. If this were real, I would have wanted to wear this dress for whoever I married. I'll never get that chance now; I'm never leaving. A frown creases my brow. After today, I'll never be welcome back into my caste but then again, its not my caste anymore.
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RomanceIn a world where you're defined by class can anything else exist? "At the age of 16, each male and female must attend the earliest 'Summoning'. From there the ideal match is generated for each individual in a process known as the 'Sorting'. Once a p...