Ok. Today is the day. I'm going to meet my future husband. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. But mostly nervous. My ladies-in-waiting woke me up early and picked out a beautiful gown for me. It was a pretty grey color with flowers on it and ruffles. They also picked out grey lace-up flats so I wouldn't tip over and die In front of the selected. Calla also put on beautiful grey makeup on to match the rest of my outfit. I met Biana at breakfast and we walked to the courtyard to wait for the selected. 

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*bum bum bumity bummmmm*

Lol. Try to image the sound of a trumpet or something like that.

"You're royal highnesses, the selected!" 

Dozens upon dozens of limos pulled up to the courtyard, and as each approached me, they bowed, took my hand and kissed it and walked to the line of personal guards and each one knew what their charge looked like and started to trail after them. Everything was perfectly fine, until Fitz walked up. He bowed, but I gave him a cold look. He tried to grab my hand to kiss it but I jerked it away and nodded for his personal guard, Grizel, to escort him to his room. His face looked slightly hurt, but I didn't care. He could never understand how much pain he put me through. The next boy who walked up caught my interest. He looked more casual, his tie was a little loose, and thank the gods his hair wasn't gelled back. 

Heehee. Secret PJO reference. I put one of those in my other books to. Comment if you found it.

He seemed more real, and not putting on a fake appearance about who he really was.

Oh poor oblivious Foster. If only you knew of his sarcasm......

He did now though. And kiss my hand. Is it weird that sparks flew up my arm when he kissed my hand? I tried to ignore it. I had 34 other men to chose from, and I couldn't fall in love again so quickly. I froze at the thought. Love. Something I'd been broken into pieces because. I closed my eyes and tried to repeat the many things I told myself to remember whenever I felt I would get hurt again. 

Never let your feeling grow to deep, people can change at any moment.

This is the problem with getting attached to someone. When they leave you, you just feel lost.

Never get to attached to something that was isn't yours.

Stop getting attached to people so fast, because attachments lead to expectations and expectations lead to disappointments.

Don't get to attached. The more you become so attached to him, the more you will love him, and the more you love him the more of a possibility you'll get hurt someday, and it will be a lifelong process to recovery.

Biana shook my shoulders. 

"Soph?" She whispered. "You ok? You froze up after that blonde boy and my brother walked away." 

I shook my head slightly. "Just thinking." Her face softened, and I knew that she could tell exactly what I'd been thinking of. We kept going up through the last of the men. Me and Biana went back to my room, which was pretty big. Which was good, because to soothe my nerves, Biana was going to sleep in my room tonight. It was time for a sleepover. 

Sophie's dress:

Sophie's shoes: 

Sophie's makeup:

Hi! So you know the slanted stuff? So I was only gonna put one, but then I kept finding good ones and I was like. Oooooh - I like......this one this on this one andddd this one. Also, this chapter is now dedicated to gisleb270 for your support. Thank you so much!

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