Sophie Foster-Ruewen's Mothers definition of the Selection is, 'The act of finding someone you just can't live without,' and that's exactly what Sophie has to do.
As the daughter of the King and Queen of the Lost Cities, Sophie Foster must hold a S...
I'm pacing around the room, worrying my head off. I'm trying to do anything to keep my mind off of them, but nothing is working. Piano, Reading, Writing, Drawing = Not helping.
I can hear noises coming from the great hall, along with unfamiliar chattering. Occasionally I'll hear the door opening, and the chattering will intensify.
I haven't even met the men, and I'm already a wreck.
I sit down at my vanity, and just let my maids play with my hair. I try to relax, but it's impossible. What if the men don't like me? Well, I'll find out tomorrow.
(Keefe's Point of View)
I'm sitting at a very fancy table, while there is bustling around me, maids and footmen trying to fix up my fellow selected. I'm sitting here, since there is no need to do anything, and all the maids said my hair is perfect. They sprayed a nice smelling cologne on me, and had me wait for someone to get my wardrobe.
I look around at some of my competitors, and my wandering eyes land on a nice looking teal eyed boy. I get up, and walk over to him. He's very handsome, and probably has girls draping themselves on him, trying to look cute.
I smirk, and say, "Boo!" I lift up my hands as I say this, and the boy jumps. "Ha! I scared you! By the way, my name's Keefe, but you're welcome to call me Lord Hunkyhair." I say, and the boy smiles.
"Hi, Lord Hunkyhair! I'm Fitz Vacker." Fitz says, looking nervous.
I laugh, and pull up a chair beside him. "Why thank you." I say jokingly, but then turn to seriousness. "What do you think of Princess Sophie from the Reports?" I ask, wanting to know what he thinks.
"She seems really nice, and pretty," I nod along with him agreeingly. "I mean I haven't met her yet, but people I know who have been to the Palace say she's very sweet." Fitz tells me, playing with his thumbs. "What about you?"
His question begins to make me think. "Well," I start. "Well, she's very Pretty. I mean, my Dad forced me to enter, but hey, even if I don't win, hopefully I've made some friends." I say, kind of annoyed talking about my infuriating father.
"Fitz smile's, and a maid calls him over to get changed. "Hey, you got your first one!" He calls out as he is dragged away. I smile, thinking this might not be so bad after all.
I'm soon called over to get changed, and they hand me a gray suit with a white under shirt, which I change into. Once I'm finished, they take me over to get my picture. They want to tuck in the shirt and button it up, but I don't let them. It's just not me. My picture is taken, and I'm pushed into a velvet loveseat, to wait for the other selected.
Keefe's Outfit:
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