Secret: Celeste

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After that evil, disgusting America had gotten eliminated from the Selection, I was the next favorite in mind. 

The public simply adored me. I should expect that, after all, I am a Two.  Or I WAS a Two.  Maxon has dissolved the castes, and I had no status whatsoever. My family was disgraced after I had been eliminated from the competition. 

After receiving an invitation to the palace from King Maxon, the palace had grown a moat. Marlee arrived through an elegant horse and  carriage, while patting the seat next to her as the door swung open. After the Selection, I had packed several bags, with my needed essentials. 

Marlee looked surprised, but nonetheless, she wiped away her look, and looked emotionlessly forward. 

"Driver, take us to the palace." 

The driver nodded, then took us through the palace gates, and Marlee hopped down from the carriage towards the front entrance. 

I was entranced by the intricate gateway, while I was actually stepping down from the carriage. I tripped on my floor-length dress. I tumbled forward, until I was caught by the guard. I smiled sheepishly, then stood up, barely balancing on my 3 inch heels on the gravel. 

The guard was friendly, and smirked. I looked at his badge. 

Officer Woodwork.


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