Chapter Ten

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"Princess Celia!" a voice calls from behind me. I turn to see Teegan and Quinn walking towards me with a fast pace. I stop and wait for them outside the lady's room where I intended to spend the day. The Italians left a few hours ago. Flynn's family is still here, though, and I am counting down the minutes until Mrs. Stephens is gone.

"Good afternoon, Teegan, Quinn," I say with a kind smile. They both nod back and follow me into the lady's room where we sit down at a table against the back wall. I ask a maid to get some tea for us before they say anything.

"Celia, we want to apologize for what our mother has done. We both, and Coen as well, are ashamed of what she has done," Quinn says. I smile and knot my hands in my lap. Teegan nods in agreement.

"Well, I'm certainly not glad that it happened but it could have been worse. We were just lucky that it did happen with the Italian family. Unfortunately, we did have some new guests with us but can easily fix that. We're just hoping that it does not reoccur the next time we have visitors," I state. They both nod again.

"I haven't seen Flynn for a couple days. The last time I saw him was when I was telling him about you and my mother's conversation. He stormed away after I explained what I saw. I was hoping to talk to him about it again but it almost appears that he is avoiding me," Teegan says. I nod and look out the window where the wind is blowing through the flowers in the window box. Pink, red, and yellow blossoms move together in one large wave.

"Well, he came up to our room later that night and was fuming. It had been just enough time for me to take a bath which is between half an hour and forty minutes. He automatically began yelling at me like it was my fault because his mother would never do such a thing, sorry if that seems rude, and that it was all my family's fault that any of this happened," I say. They both kind of stare at me like there is more to the story.

"Have you two talked to each other since?" Teegan asks. I shake my head a little and the maid brings in a tray with a tea pot, several tea cups, sugar, and cream. She pours us each a cup of tea and walks out the door with a fast pace after we each mumble a thanks. I pick up the spoon in the sugar and put a spoonful in my tea.

"No. He didn't even sleep in our room that night. The other nights we've just kind of ignored each other. It was obvious he didn't want to talk to me so I didn't want to push," I explain with a shrug. Quinn arched her eyebrows up the same way Flynn does.

"Celia, things between you two won't be fixed if you two just ignore each other. You have to talk and work through it together. A little fairy is not going to come out of the air, sprinkle a little pixie dust, and make everything okay again," Quinn says. I nod a little and study my tea cup. I pick it up and take a sip of the warm beverage.

"Celia, she is right. Our mother might not support you two being married but we do. We want to get to know your family. I believe your cousins would be hilarious. I just don't know if any of that could happen if you and our brother are fighting, especially this early into your marriage," Teegan explains. I nod a little in agreement. I would love to get to know Flynn's family better but whatever is happening between us will not be solved by silence.

"You are right. We need to talk things through I'm just afraid that he won't feel the same way," I say. Quinn takes a sip of her tea and nods. Teegan shakes her head a little.

"Celia, he loves you. He really does. It might take a little time but you two can talk through it," Teegan says.

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I walk down one of the palace hallways to find one of the second floor libraries, the one where Flynn does his work when he is not required to be elsewhere. He knows I don't normally come to this library because it is very small has very few books. I turn the door handle and am welcomed by several wooden tables all lined up. On both sides, there are a few couches arranged around coffee tables. Against the back wall there are several shelves of books. At one of the tables there are papers covering almost the entire table. A man with dark hair is sitting down with his back facing me.

"King Maxon, I have those papers you wanted almost completed. If you would just give me a few more seconds," Flynn says when he hears the door close, He turns around a little to see who is behind him. He bites his bottom lip a little when he sees me, a surprised expression his face. "Oh, um, hey," he says as he turns back around. I walk around to the seat across from him.

"Hi," I say. I offer a kind smile as he continues to scribble things down on the sheets of paper in front of him. An awkward silence sets over us leaving me to feel like I need to say something, which I guess is why I came here. "Flynn, can we talk about what happened the other day?" I ask. He clicks his pen and sets it down in front of him.

"Yeah. I think that would be a good idea," he says. I nod in agreement. The silence sets over us again because neither of us know what to say. I open my mouth to say something but he stops me. "Celia, I'm really sorry. I jumped to conclusions and never gave you a chance to explain what happened," he says. I nod.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have attacked your mother in the first place. I should have came to you or my parents or even your siblings. Anything except for what I did," I say. He nods and reaches across the table to take my hand.

"Celia, most people would have done the same. I only made it worse by saying what I had said the day before. I should have came to the reception. The meeting wasn't that important," he says. I give him an understanding look. Although it did hurt, it isn't like the reception was the biggest thing in the world.

"It's okay. There is always next time," I say. He squeezes my hand before pulling it back and laying it on top of his other arm.

"Celia, do you have any plans tomorrow for lunch?" he asks. I shake my head. He gives me a warm smile before continuing. "Well, would you join me for lunch tomorrow?" he asks. I nod.

"It's a date," I reply.

Tada! So, this update is a little late or at least it is according to the scedule that is in my head... So, sorry. Please tell me what you think. I really want to use Coen's character. (That's why he is listed in the cast) but I'm not exactly sure how. I have an idea but I'm not sure that I like it. Please comment and vote! I say that but I won't have any problems about that will I?

Disclaimer: I'm gonna bet you already know that Kiera Cass owns The Selection, If you don't please know that she does and that I am not Kiera Cass.

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