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I'm kinda mad at how much I enjoyed this, but it was pretty good. I liked it immensely and will read the sequel.
21 March 2020 (01:30)
Pretty good novel.. No unnecessary time wasting and events
15 June 2020 (07:51)
Please how do I get the book two, I really need to read the ending
10 July 2020 (18:52)
I've read this book about 3 times but it only gets better way to go
21 July 2020 (15:19)
I'm loving it!
Please how do I find book two?
Please how do I find book two?
24 July 2020 (02:37)
it's just a great book.
08 August 2020 (14:19)
For those asking for book 2 the title is 'The Elite' and book 3 is 'The One'. It's an awesome series you would love reading, didn't drop my phone until I finished reading,????.
18 August 2020 (13:09)
I love it, can't seem to find book three
21 August 2020 (21:09)
Hi, book three is in z-library too!
25 August 2020 (22:20)
This book has been keeping me busy ......one of the best books i have read
26 August 2020 (16:54)
One of the best books I've read. Couldn't keep my phone till I finished
27 August 2020 (02:09)
LOVED THIS BOOK!!! I swear I was up until 4am reading.
28 August 2020 (19:57)
Very good book. I mean, not one of the best I've ever read, but it was an easy and fun reading. Good for those starting to read in english, from my point of view.
01 September 2020 (16:50)
Love the book but can't seem to find the book 3
11 September 2020 (11:12)
I didn't expect to like it as much as I did! It was fast to read and I liked the way it was narrated.
02 October 2020 (05:32)
It was interesting there is always something that will want u to read further
07 October 2020 (00:29)
I can't download books... how exactly do you do them. I download them, but then PDFs and Word won't open it..
25 October 2020 (20:28)
This collection of series has gotten me in need fr words.
I loved it in all ways becus i love to read n appreciate writers.
Gud work done KC.????????
This collection of series has gotten me in need fr words.
I loved it in all ways becus i love to read n appreciate writers.
Gud work done KC.????????
28 October 2020 (18:47)
Author you are awesome I love this book but why did you make our FL stupid at first, but still good at the end
29 October 2020 (20:54)
can someone upload an english version please
04 December 2020 (07:53)
Happy Christmas to all Christie
26 December 2020 (23:34)
This book the best book I have ever read in a while. I didn't feel bored while reading this book, but otherwise. ??
It's really hard putting down. I
It's really hard putting down. I
07 January 2021 (18:49)
oh my gosh I absolutely love this series I would most definitely recommend it to anybody, this is probably my third time going through the series again. I can’t put my phone down. these books are amazing
21 January 2021 (09:32)
i’m a 63 year old man and I love these books, I especially love in the third book where they have sex it was satisfying to the soul
21 January 2021 (09:33)
This is an absolutely breathtaking piece of work. I am deeply in love with every word i read.
27 January 2021 (19:28)
omg i sat down and read the entire series in one sitting lol. i don't normally read romance novels but i read this anyway and i dont regret it at all even though now i am completely behind on my english essay
29 January 2021 (23:47)
I was hooked and basically finished the entire collection in a week!
Would definitely recommend!!
Would definitely recommend!!
03 February 2021 (10:26)
One of the best books i have ever read. Loved the story , characters and overall the stage and settings were awesome.❤❤
16 February 2021 (12:14)
Awwwww I just enjoyed it....just read each volume with twenty four hours...so beautifully written and keeps you turning the pages......talk of the tension and suspense
02 March 2021 (22:35)
fav middle school series haha
16 March 2021 (04:49)
I'm about to read, haha
23 March 2021 (17:37)
It won't open for me and I was really looking forward to it.
25 March 2021 (17:09)
this was good... by wattpad standards :/
05 April 2021 (10:33)
Inori the Nut
The book was nice, as a good time-killer. I did not find the plot very powerful but, ngl, the nomenclature throughout the book was pretty cool.
05 April 2021 (17:59)
It's quite great book
05 April 2021 (21:57)
It seems like one of the fairytale movies, a Cinderella story for anyone obsessed with princess and a Prince with a handsome general in tow ;)
08 April 2021 (06:42)
C'est nul il y a pas la langue française
12 April 2021 (00:41)
i really enjoyed these series
18 April 2021 (16:30)
This series is the reason I have stress issues.
Good series tho!
Good series tho!
21 April 2021 (15:31)
I just can't stop reading..hshshs
25 April 2021 (11:28)
i am about to read it ....?? hope it's worth the hype .
02 May 2021 (12:21)
How can I use this?
02 May 2021 (19:47)
Oh my.... This reviews..... Have to read this... ❤️
03 May 2021 (16:54)
these books are great... for a middle schooler.
03 May 2021 (20:28)
For starters, the Selection Series is one of the best series I have ever read. It has a killer plot and keeps you on your toes begging for more. This is a series it goes The Selection, The Elite, The One, The Heir, and then The Crown. I say that EVERYONE should read this book it is SOOOOO good. If you're just reading the comments wondering if it's any good I'm telling you, it's one of the best!
04 May 2021 (22:56)
So much drama!! Such a nice book!! Loved it!!! Definately worth reading:)
05 May 2021 (02:45)
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09 May 2021 (20:20)
This is a amazing book which I push my friends to read if the want to get lost In a different world
13 May 2021 (14:31)
This is a disgusting misogynist reverse bachelor book which is wayyyy too focused on love and has wayyyy tooo many unequal relationships.
14 May 2021 (08:30)
I agree with ^A. This book is entertaining for younger readers but I do not recommend it, barbie movies have better plots and more depth.
23 May 2021 (04:14)
✨ 5 stars. ✨
ok, so.. where can i even begin? ik the comments above me well.. they may affect your choosing of this book but please, read the first few pages, and you'll understand. you'll be HOOKED. like when i wasn't reading this book, my mind was on it. i hate books that stall actions or are really boring in some parts, but this was amazing. i honestly can't explain this book into words, but just know, ill be off reading book 2, ("elite"), and i can't wait. i mean to say no more, as once you dive into the book, you'll understand what i felt while reading.
27 May 2021 (04:53)
read like 2 chapter...lots of lovey dobey, kinda disturbing but whtvr. pretty good story so far.
28 May 2021 (03:22)
it’s not that good it’s so boring and repetitive on the second book. Also who tf is named america singer and she’s annoying very different breed vibes
11 June 2021 (09:12)
loved the story it was quite interesting. excited for the next book :)
15 June 2021 (00:52)
No offense pa enkoler
A nice book but not one of the best. It goes rather slow and is focused on romance mostly. If you're not a fan of romantic novels, this is not for you. Otherwise the book accessible.
24 June 2021 (22:41)
I have it three times but I wish I could read it again.
So damn good!!!!!!
So damn good!!!!!!
28 June 2021 (21:31)
I love this book♥️♥️♥️ it's like the best novel ever. I must admit I never liked reading novels until I came across this one. Waaaay to go
29 June 2021 (13:21)
It's a really good book...it has everything mystery romance...and fun too
02 July 2021 (17:10)
If you are starting in the fantasy realm, this is the book for you. Interesting enough to make you hooked it is a twisted and beautiful love story with several love triangles and suspense.
If you prefer books like the Red Queen Series, this might be too soft for you but under the same genre (without powers).
If you prefer books like the Red Queen Series, this might be too soft for you but under the same genre (without powers).
03 July 2021 (15:14)
AMERICA IS UR TYPICAL PICK ME GIRL
IM NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS I WEAR SUBTLE MAKEUP THEY WEAR HEAVY
AJKDFOWYHS SHE IRKS ME SO MUCH BUT THIS BOOK ISNT REALLY SO BAD
READ IT BUT THERES BETTER ONES OUT THERE
IM NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS I WEAR SUBTLE MAKEUP THEY WEAR HEAVY
AJKDFOWYHS SHE IRKS ME SO MUCH BUT THIS BOOK ISNT REALLY SO BAD
READ IT BUT THERES BETTER ONES OUT THERE
17 July 2021 (08:29)
18 July 2021 (04:09)
KIERA CASS DEDICATION Hi, Dad! waves CONTENTS COVER TITLE PAGE DEDICATION CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 11 CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 14 CHAPTER 15 CHAPTER 16 CHAPTER 17 CHAPTER 18 CHAPTER 19 CHAPTER 20 CHAPTER 21 CHAPTER 22 CHAPTER 23 CHAPTER 24 CHAPTER 25 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR CREDITS COPYRIGHT ABOUT THE PUBLISHER CHAPTER 1 WHEN WE GOT THE LETTER in the post, my mother was ecstatic. She had already decided that all our problems were solved, gone forever. The big hitch in her brilliant plan was me. I didn’t think I was a particularly disobedient daughter, but this was where I drew the line. I didn’t want to be royalty. And I didn’t want to be a One. I didn’t even want to try. I hid in my room, the only place to avoid the chattering of our full house, trying to come up with an argument that would sway her. So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions… I didn’t think there was a single one she would listen to. I couldn’t avoid her much longer. It was approaching dinnertime, and as the oldest child left in the house, cooking duties fell on me. I pulled myself out of bed and walked into the snake pit. I got a glare from Mom but no words. We did a silent dance through the kitchen and dining room as we prepared chicken, pasta, and apple slices, and set the table for five. If I glanced up from a task, she’d fix me with a fierce look as if she could shame me into wanting the same things she did. She tried that every so often. Like if I didn’t want to take on a particular job because I knew the family hosting us was unnecessarily rude. Or if she wanted me to do a massive cleaning when we couldn’t afford to have a Six come and help. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. And this was one area where I was unswayable. She could; n’t stand it when I was stubborn. But I got that from her, so she shouldn’t have been surprised. This wasn’t just about me, though. Mom had been tense lately. The summer was ending, and soon we’d be faced with cold. And worry. Mom set down the pitcher of tea in the center of the table with an angry thud. My mouth watered at the thought of tea with lemon. But I would have to wait; it would be such a waste to have my glass now and then have to drink water with my meal. “Would it kill you to fill out the form?” she said, no longer able to contain herself. “The Selection could be a wonderful opportunity for you, for all of us.” I sighed aloud, thinking that filling out that form might actually be something close to death. It was no secret that the rebels—the underground colonies that hated Illéa, our large and comparatively young country—made their attacks on the palace both violent and frequent. We’d seen them in action in Carolina before. One of the magistrates’ houses was burned to the ground, and a handful of Twos had their cars vandalized. There was even a magnificent jailbreak once, but considering they only released a teenage girl who’d managed to get herself pregnant and a Seven who was a father to nine, I couldn’t help thinking they were in the right that time. But beyond the potential danger, I felt like it would hurt my heart to even consider the Selection. I couldn’t help smiling as I thought about all the reasons I had to stay exactly where I was. “These last few years have been very hard on your father,” she hissed. “If you have any compassion at all, you might think of him.” Dad. Yeah. I really did want to help Dad. And May and Gerad. And, I supposed, even my mother. When she talked about it that way, there was nothing to smile about. Things had been strained around here for far too long. I wondered if Dad would see this as a way back to normal, if any amount of money could make things better. It wasn’t that our situation was so precarious that we were living in fear of survival or anything. We weren’t destitute. But I guess we weren’t that far off either. Our caste was just three away from the bottom. We were artists. And artists and classical musicians were only three steps up from dirt. Literally. Our money was stretched as tight as a high wire, and our income was highly dependent on the changing seasons. I remembered reading in a timeworn history book that all the major holidays used to be cramped into the winter months. Something called Halloween followed by Thanksgiving, then Christmas and New Year’s. All back to back. Christmas was still the same. It’s not like you could change the birth date of a deity. But when Illéa made the massive peace treaty with China, the New Year came in January or February, depending on the moon. All the individual celebrations of thankfulness and independence from our part of the world were now simply the Grateful Feast. That came in the summer. It was a time to celebrate the forming of Illéa, to rejoice in the fact that we were still here. I didn’t know what Halloween was. It never resurfaced. So at least three times a year, the whole family would be fully employed. Dad and May would make their art, and patrons would purchase them as gifts. Mom and I would perform at parties—me singing and her on piano—not turning down a single job if we could manage it. When I was younger, performing in front of an audience terrified me. But now I just tried to equate myself to background music. That’s what we were in the eyes of our employers: meant to be heard and not seen. Gerad hadn’t found his talent yet. But he was only seven. He still had a little time. Soon the leaves would change, and our tiny world would be unsteady again. Five mouths but only four workers. No guarantees of employment until Christmastime. When I thought of it that way, the Selection seemed like a rope, something sure I could grab onto. That stupid letter could lift me out of the darkness, and I could pull my family along with me. I looked over at my mother. For a Five, she was a little on the heavy side, which was odd. She wasn’t a glutton, and it’s not like we had anything to overeat anyway. Perhaps that’s just the way a body looks after five children. Her hair was red, like mine, but full of brilliant white streaks. Those had appeared suddenly and in abundance about two years ago. Lines creased the corners of her eyes, though she was still pretty young, and I could see as she moved around the kitchen that she was hunched over as if an invisible weight rested on her shoulders. I knew she had a lot to carry. And I knew that was why she had taken to being particularly manipulative with me. We fought enough without the extra strain, but as the empty fall quietly approached, she became much more irritable. I knew she thought I was being unreasonable now, to not even want to fill out a silly little form. But there were things—important things—in this world that I loved. And that piece of paper seemed like a brick wall keeping me away from what I wanted. Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn’t even something I could have. But still, it was mine. I didn’t think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me. Besides, I had given them so much already. I was the oldest one left now that Kenna was married and Kota was gone, and I did my best to contribute. We scheduled my homeschooling around my rehearsals, which took up most of the day since I was trying to master several instruments as well as singing. But with the letter here, none of my work mattered anymore. In my mom’s mind, I was already queen. If I was smart, I would have hidden that stupid notice before Dad, May, and Gerad came in. But I didn’t know Mom had it tucked away in her clothes, and mid-meal she pulled it out. “‘To the House of Singer,’” she sang out. I tried to swipe it away, but she was too quick for me. They would find out sooner or later anyway, but if she did it like this, they’d all be on her side. “Mom, please!” I pleaded. “I want to hear!” May squealed. That was no surprise. My little sister looked just like me, only on a three-year delay. But where our looks were practically identical, our personalities were anything but. Unlike me, she was outgoing and hopeful. And currently very boy crazy. This whole thing would seem incredibly romantic to her. I felt myself blush. Dad listened intently, and May was practically bouncing with joy. Gerad, sweet little thing, he just kept eating. Mother cleared her throat and went on. “‘The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa.’” May squealed again and grabbed my wrist. “That’s you!” “I know, you little monkey. Stop before you break my arm.” But she just held my hand and bounced some more. “‘Our beloved prince, Maxon Schreave,’” Mom continued, “‘is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Maxon and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince. “‘Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Palace in Angeles for the duration of their stay. The families of each participant will be generously compensated’”—she drew out the words for effect—“‘for their service to the royal family.’” I rolled my eyes as she went on. This was the way they did it with sons. Princesses born into the royal family were sold off into marriage in an attempt to solidify our young relations with other countries. I understood why it was done—we needed allies. But I didn’t like it. I hadn’t had to see such a thing, and I hoped I never would. The royal family hadn’t produced a princess in three generations. Princes, however, married women of the people to keep up the morale of our sometimes volatile nation. I think the Selection was meant to draw us together and remind everyone that Illéa itself was born out of next to nothing. The idea of being entered into a contest for the whole country to watch as this stuck-up little wimp picked the most gorgeous and shallow one of the bunch to be the silent, pretty face that stood beside him on TV … it was enough to make me scream. Could anything be more humiliating? Besides, I’d been in the homes of enough Twos and Threes to be sure I never wanted to live among them, let alone be a One. Except for the times when we were hungry, I was quite content to be a Five. Mom was the caste climber, not me. “And of course he would love America! She’s so beautiful,” Mom swooned. “Please, Mom. If anything, I’m average.” “You are not!” May said. “Because I look just like you, and I’m pretty!” Her smile was so wide, I couldn’t contain my laughter. And it was a good point. Because May really was beautiful. It was more than her face, though, more than her winning smile and bright eyes. May radiated an energy, an enthusiasm that made you want to be wherever she was. May was magnetic, and I, honestly, wasn’t. “Gerad, what do you think? Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked. All eyes fell on the youngest member of our family. “No! Girls are gross!” “Gerad, please.” Mom gave an exasperated sigh, but her heart wasn’t in it. He was hard to get upset with. “America, you must know you’re a very lovely girl.” “If I’m so lovely, how come no one ever comes by to ask me out?” “Oh, they come by, but I shoo them away. My girls are too pretty to marry Fives. Kenna got a Four, and I’m sure you can do even better.” Mom took a sip of her tea. “His name is James. Stop calling him a number. And since when do boys come by?” I heard my voice getting higher and higher. “A while,” Dad said, making his first comment on all of this. His voice had a hint of sorrow to it, and he was staring decidedly at his cup. I was trying to figure out what upset him so much. Boys coming by? Mom and me arguing again? The idea of me not entering the contest? How far away I’d be if I did? His eyes came up for the briefest of moments, and I suddenly understood. He didn’t want to ask this of me. He wouldn’t want me to go. But he couldn’t deny the benefits if I managed to make it in, even for a day. “America, be reasonable,” Mom said. “We have to be the only parents in the country trying to talk our daughter into this. Think of the opportunity! You could be queen one day!” “Mom. Even if I wanted to be queen, which I thoroughly don’t, there are thousands of other girls in the province entering this thing. Thousands. And if I somehow was drawn, there would still be thirty-four other girls there, no doubt much better at seduction than I could ever pretend to be.” Gerad’s ears perked up. “What’s seduction?” “Nothing,” we all chorused back. “It’s ridiculous to think that, with all of that, I’d somehow manage to win,” I finished. My mother pushed her chair out as she stood and leaned across the table toward me. “Someone is going to, America. You have as good a chance as anyone else.” She threw her napkin down and went to leave. “Gerad, when you finish, it’s time for your bath.” He groaned. May ate in silence. Gerad asked for seconds, but there weren’t any. When they got up, I started clearing the table while Dad sat there sipping his tea. He had paint in his hair again, a smattering of yellow that made me smile. He stood, brushing crumbs off his shirt. “Sorry, Dad,” I murmured as I picked up plates. “Don’t be silly, kitten. I’m not mad.” He smiled easily and put an arm around me. “I just…” “You don’t have to explain it to me, honey. I know.” He kissed me on my forehead. “I’m going back to work.” And with that I moved to the kitchen to start cleaning. I wrapped my mostly untouched plate under a napkin and hid it in the fridge. No one else left more than crumbs. I sighed, heading to my room to get ready for bed. The whole thing was infuriating. Why did Mom have to push me so much? Wasn’t she happy? Didn’t she love Dad? Why wasn’t this good enough for her? I lay on my lumpy mattress, trying to wrap my head around the Selection. I guess it had its advantages. It would be nice to eat well for a while at least. But there was no reason to bother. I wasn’t going to fall in love with Prince Maxon. From what I’d seen on the Illéa Capital Report, I wouldn’t even like the guy. It seemed like forever until midnight rolled around. There was a mirror by my door, and I stopped to make sure my hair looked as good as it had this morning and put on a little lip gloss so there’d be some color on my face. Mom was pretty strict about saving makeup for when we had to perform or go out in public, but I usually snuck some on nights like tonight. As quietly as I could, I crept into the kitchen. I grabbed my leftovers, some bread that was expiring, and an apple and bundled it all up. It was painful to walk back to my room so slowly, now that it was late. But if I’d done it earlier, I would have just been antsy. I opened my window and looked out into our little patch of backyard. There wasn’t much of a moon out, so I had to let my eyes adjust before I moved. Across the lawn, the tree house stood barely silhouetted in the night. When we were younger, Kota would tie up sheets to the branches so it looked like a ship. He was the captain, and I was always his first mate. My duties mainly consisted of sweeping the floor and making food, which was dirt and twigs stuffed into Mom’s baking pans. He’d take a spoonful of dirt and “eat” it by throwing it over his shoulder. This meant that I’d have to sweep again, but I didn’t mind. I was just happy to be on the ship with Kota. I looked around. All the neighboring houses were dark. No one was watching. I crawled out of the window carefully. I used to get bruises across my stomach from doing it the wrong way, but now it was easy, a talent I’d mastered over the years. And I didn’t want to mess up any of the food. I scurried across the lawn in my cutest pajamas. I could have left my day clothes on, but this felt better. I supposed it didn’t matter what I wore, but I felt pretty in my little brown shorts and fitted white shirt. It wasn’t hard anymore to scale the slats nailed into the tree with only one hand. I’d developed that skill as well. Each step up was a relief. It wasn’t much of a distance, but from here it felt like all the commotion from my house was miles away. Here I didn’t have to be anyone’s princess. As I climbed into the tiny box that was my escape, I knew I wasn’t alone. In the far corner, someone was hiding in the night. My breath sped; I couldn’t help it. I set my food down and squinted. The person shifted, lighting an all but unusable candle. It wasn’t much light—no one in the house would see it—but it was enough. Finally the intruder spoke, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Hey there, gorgeous.” CHAPTER 2 I CRAWLED DEEPER INTO THE tree house. It wasn’t much more than a five-by-five-foot cube; even Gerad couldn’t stand up straight in here. But I loved it. There was the one opening to crawl into and then a tiny window on the opposite wall. I’d placed an old step stool in the corner to act as a desk for the candle, and a little rug that was so old it was barely better than sitting on the slats. It wasn’t much, but it was my haven. Our haven. “Please don’t call me gorgeous. First my mom, then May, now you. It’s getting on my nerves.” By the way Aspen was looking at me, I could tell I wasn’t helping my “I’m not pretty” case. He smiled. “I can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You can’t hold it against me for saying it the only time I’m allowed to.” He reached up and cupped my face, and I looked deep into his eyes. That was all it took. His lips were on mine, and I couldn’t think about anything anymore. There was no Selection, no miserable family, no Illéa itself. There were only Aspen’s hands on my back pulling me closer, Aspen’s breath on my cheeks. My fingers went to his black hair, still wet from his shower—he always took showers at night—and tangled themselves into a perfect little knot. He smelled like his mother’s homemade soap. I dreamed about that smell. We broke apart, and I couldn’t help but smile. His legs were propped open wide, so I sat sideways between them, like a kid who needed cradling. “Sorry I’m not in a better mood. It’s just that … we got this stupid notice in the post today.” “Ah, yes, the letter.” Aspen sighed. “We got two.” Of course. The twins had just turned sixteen. Aspen studied my face as he spoke. He did that when we were together, like he was recommitting my face to memory. It had been over a week, and we both got anxious when it was more than a few days. And I looked him over, too. No caste excluded, Aspen was, by far, the most attractive guy in town. He had dark hair and green eyes, and this smile that made you think he had a secret. He was tall, but not too tall. Thin, but not too thin. I noticed in the dim light that there were tiny bags under his eyes; no doubt he’d been working late all week. His black T-shirt was worn to threads in several places, just like the shabby pair of jeans he wore almost every day. If only I could sit and patch them up for him. That was my great ambition. Not to be Illéa’s princess. To be Aspen’s. It hurt me to be away from him. Some days I went crazy wondering what he was doing. And when I couldn’t handle it, I practiced music. I really had Aspen to thank for me being the musician that I was. He drove me to distraction. And that was bad. Aspen was a Six. Sixes were servants and only a step up from Sevens in that they were better educated and trained for indoor work. Aspen was smarter than anyone knew and devastatingly handsome, but it was atypical for a woman to marry down. A man from a lower caste could ask for your hand, but it was rare to get a yes. And when anyone married into a different caste, they had to fill out paperwork and wait for something like ninety days before any of the other legal things you needed could be done. I’d heard more than one person say it was to give people a chance to change their minds. So us being this personal and out well past Illéa’s curfew … we could both get in serious trouble. Not to mention the hell I’d get from my mother. But I loved Aspen. I’d loved Aspen for nearly two years. And he loved me. As he sat there stroking my hair, I couldn’t imagine entering the Selection. “How do you feel about it? The Selection, I mean?” I asked. “Okay, I guess. He’s got to find a girl somehow, poor guy.” I could hear the sarcasm. But I really wanted to know his opinion. “Aspen.” “Okay, okay. Well, part of me thinks it’s kind of sad. Doesn’t the prince date? I mean, can he seriously not get anyone? If they try to wed the princesses to other princes, why don’t they do the same for him? There’s got to be some royal out there good enough for him. I don’t get it. So there’s that. “But then…” He sighed. “Part of me thinks it’s a good idea. It’s exciting. He’s going to fall in love in front of everyone. And I like that someone gets a happily ever after and all that. Anybody could be our next queen. It’s kind of hopeful. Makes me think that I could have a happily ever after, too.” His fingers were tracing my lips. Those green eyes searched deep into my soul, and I felt that spark of connection that I’d only ever had with him. I wanted our happily ever after, too. “So you’re encouraging the twins to enter, then?” I asked. “Yes. I mean, we’ve all seen the prince from time to time; he looks like a nice enough guy. A snot, no doubt, but friendly. And the girls are so eager; it’s funny to watch. They were dancing in the house when I came home today. And no one can deny that it’d be good for the family. Mom’s hopeful because we have two entries from the house instead of one.” That was the first good news about this horrible competition. I couldn’t believe I’d been so self-absorbed that I hadn’t thought about Aspen’s sisters. If one of them went, if one of them won… “Aspen, do you realize what that would mean? If Kamber or Celia won?” He closed his hold tighter around me, his lips brushing my forehead. One hand moved up and down my back. “It’s all I’ve thought about today,” he said. The gritty sound of his voice pushed out every other thought. All I wanted was for Aspen to touch me, kiss me. And that’s exactly where the night would have gone, but his stomach growled and snapped me out of it. “Oh, hey, I brought us a snack,” I said lightly. “Oh, yeah?” I could tell he was trying not to sound excited, but some of his eagerness came through. “You’ll love this chicken; I made it.” I found my little bundle and brought it to Aspen, who, to his merit, nibbled it all slowly. I took one bite of the apple so he would feel like it was for us, but then I set it down and let him have the rest. Where meals were a worry at my house, they were a disaster at Aspen’s. He had much steadier work than we did but got paid significantly less. There was never enough food for his family. He was the oldest of seven, and in the same way I’d stepped up to help as soon as I could, Aspen had stepped aside. He passed his share of the little food they had down to his siblings and to his mom, who was always tired from working. His dad had died three years ago, and Aspen’s family depended on him for almost everything. I watched with satisfaction as he licked the spices from the chicken off his fingers and tore into the bread. I couldn’t imagine when he’d eaten last. “You’re such a good cook. You’re going to make someone very fat and happy one day,” he said, his mouth half full with a bite of apple. “I’m going to make you fat and happy. You know that.” “Ah, to be fat!” We laughed, and he told me about life since the last time I’d seen him. He’d done some clerical work for one of the factories, and it was going to carry him through next week, too. His mom had finally gotten into a routine of house-cleaning for a few of the Twos in our area. The twins were both sad because their mom had made them drop their after-school drama club so they could work more. “I’m going to see if I can pick up some work on Sundays, make a little more money. I hate for them to give up something they love so much.” He said this with hope, like he really could do it. “Aspen Leger, don’t you dare! You work too hard as it is.” “Aw, Mer,” he whispered into my ear. It gave me chill bumps. “You know how Kamber and Celia are. They need to be around people. They can’t be cooped up cleaning and writing all the time. It’s just not in their nature.” “But it’s not fair for them to expect you to do it all, Aspen. I know exactly how you feel about your sisters, but you need to watch out for yourself. If you really love them, you’ll take better care of their caregiver.” “Don’t you worry about a thing, Mer. I think there are some good things on the horizon. I wouldn’t be doing it forever.” But he would. Because his family would always need money. “Aspen, I know you could do it. But you’re not a superhero. You can’t expect to be able to provide everything for everyone you love. You just … you can’t do everything.” We were quiet for a moment. I hoped he was taking my words to heart, realizing that if he didn’t slow down, he’d wear himself out. It wasn’t anything new for a Six, Seven, or Eight to just die of exhaustion. I couldn’t bear that. I pressed myself even closer to his chest, trying to get the image of it out of my head. “America?” “Yes?” I whispered. “Are you going to enter the Selection?” “No! Of course not! I don’t want anyone to think I’d even consider marrying some stranger. I love you,” I said earnestly. “You want to be a Six? Always hungry? Always worried?” he asked. I could hear the pain in his voice, but also the genuine question: If I had to choose between sleeping in a palace with people waiting on me or the three-room apartment with Aspen’s family, which one did I really want? “Aspen, we’ll make it. We’re smart. We’ll be fine.” I willed it to be true. “You know that’s not how it’ll be, Mer. I’d still have to support my family; I’m not the abandoning type.” I squirmed a little in his arms. “And if we had kids—” “When we have kids. And we’ll just be careful about it. Who says we have to have more than two?” “You know that’s not something we can control!” I could hear the anger building in his voice. I couldn’t blame him. If you were wealthy enough, you could regulate having a family. If you were a Four or worse, they left you to fend for yourselves. This had been the subject of many an argument for us over the last six months, when we seriously started trying to find a way to be together. Children were the wild card. The more you had, the more there were to work. But then again, so many hungry mouths… We fell quiet again, both unsure of what to say. Aspen was a passionate person; he tended to get a little carried away in an argument. He had gotten better about catching himself before he got too angry, and I knew that’s what he was doing now. I didn’t want him to worry or be upset; I really thought we could handle it. If we just planned for everything we could, we’d make it through everything we couldn’t. Maybe I was too optimistic, maybe I was just too far in love, but I really believed that anything Aspen and I wanted badly enough, we could make happen. “I think you should do it,” he said suddenly. “Do what?” “Enter the Selection. I think you should do it.” I glared at him. “Are you out of your mind?” “Mer, listen to me.” His mouth was right to my ear. It wasn’t fair; he knew this distracted me. When his voice came, it was breathy and slow, like he was saying something romantic, though what he was suggesting was anything but. “If you had a chance for something better than this, and you didn’t take it because of me, I’d never forgive myself. I couldn’t stand it.” I let out my breath in a quick huff. “It’s so ridiculous. Think of the thousands of girls entering. I won’t even get picked.” “If you won’t get picked, then why does it matter?” His hands were rubbing up and down my arms now. I couldn’t argue when he did that. “All I want is for you to enter. I just want you to try. And if you go, then you go. And if you don’t, then at least I won’t have to beat myself up for holding you back.” “But I don’t love him, Aspen. I don’t even like him. I don’t even know him.” “No one knows him. That’s the thing, though, maybe you would like him.” “Aspen, stop. I love you.” “And I love you.” He kissed me slowly to make his point. “And if you love me, you’ll do this so I won’t go crazy wondering what if.” When he made it about him, I didn’t stand a chance. Because I couldn’t hurt him. I was doing everything I could to make his life easier. And I was right. There was absolutely no way I’d get chosen. So I should just go through the motions, appease everyone, and when I didn’t get picked, everyone would drop it. “Please?” he breathed into my ear. The feeling sent chills down my body. “Fine,” I whispered. “I’ll do it. But know now that I don’t want to be some princess. All I want is to be your wife.” He stroked my hair. “You will be.” It must have been the light. Or the lack thereof. Because I swore his eyes welled up when he said that. Aspen had been through a lot, but I had seen him cry only once, when they whipped his brother in the square. Little Jemmy had stolen some fruit off a cart in the market. An adult would have had a brief trial and then, depending on the value of what was stolen, either been thrown in jail or sentenced to death. Jemmy was only nine, so he was beaten. Aspen’s mom didn’t have the money to take him to a proper doctor, so Jemmy had scars all up and down his back from the incident. That night I waited by my window to see if Aspen would climb up into the tree house. When he did, I snuck out to him. He cried in my arms for an hour about how if he’d only worked harder, if he’d only done better, Jemmy wouldn’t have had to steal. How it was so unfair that Jemmy had to hurt because Aspen had failed. It was agonizing, because it wasn’t true. But I couldn’t tell him that; he wouldn’t hear me. Aspen carried the needs of everyone he loved on his back. Somehow, miraculously, I became one of those people. So I made my load as light as I could. “Would you sing for me? Give me something good to fall asleep to?” I smiled. I loved giving him songs. So I settled in close and sang a quiet lullaby. He let me sing for a few minutes before his fingers started moving absently below my ear. He pulled the neck of my shirt open wide and kissed along my neck and ears. Then he pulled up my short sleeve and kissed as far down my arm as he could reach. It made my breath hitch. Almost every time I sang, he did this. I think he enjoyed the sound of my raspy breathing more than the singing itself. Before long we were tangled together on the dirty, thin rug. Aspen pulled me on top of him, and I brushed his scraggly hair with my fingers, hypnotized by the feel. He kissed me feverishly and hard. I felt his fingers dig into my waist, my back, my hips, my thighs. I was always surprised that he didn’t leave little finger-shaped bruises all over me. We were cautious, always stopping shy of the things we really wanted. As if breaking curfew wasn’t bad enough. Still, whatever our limitations were, I couldn’t imagine anyone in Illéa had more passion than we did. “I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I’ll love you.” There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. “I love you, Aspen. You’ll always be my prince.” And he kissed me until the candle burned itself out. It had to have been hours, and my eyes were heavy. Aspen never worried about his sleep, but he was always concerned about mine. So I wearily climbed down the ladder, taking my plate and my penny. When I sang, Aspen ate it up, loved it. From time to time, when he had anything at all, he’d give me a penny to pay for my song. If he managed to scrounge up a penny, I wanted him to give it to his family. There was no doubt they needed every last one. But then, having these pennies—since I couldn’t bear to spend them—was like having a reminder of everything Aspen was willing to do for me, of everything I meant to him. Back in my room, I pulled my tiny jar of pennies out from its hiding spot and listened to the happy sound of the newest one hitting its neighbors. I waited for ten minutes, watching out the window, until I saw Aspen’s shadow climb down and run down the back road. I stayed awake a little while longer, thinking of Aspen and how much I loved him, and how it felt to be loved by him. I felt special, priceless, irreplaceable. No queen on any throne could possibly feel more important than I did. I fell asleep with that thought securely etched in my heart. CHAPTER 3 ASPEN WAS DRESSED IN WHITE. He looked angelic. We were in Carolina still, but there was no one else around. We were alone, but we didn’t miss anyone. Aspen wove twigs to make me a crown, and we were together. “America,” Mom crowed, jarring me from my dreams. She flicked on the lights, burning my eyes, and I rubbed my hands into them, trying to adjust. “Wake up, America, I have a proposal for you.” I looked over at the alarm clock. Just past seven in the morning. So that was … five hours in bed. “Is it more sleep?” I mumbled. “No, honey, sit up. I have something serious to discuss.” I worked myself into a sitting position, clothes rumpled and hair sticking out in strange directions. Mom clapped her hands over and over, as if it would speed up the process. “Come on, America, I need you to wake up.” I yawned. Twice. “What do you want?” I said. “For you to submit your name for the Selection. I think you’d make an excellent princess.” It was way too early for this. “Mom, really, I just…” I sighed as I remembered what I’d promised Aspen last night: that I would at least try. But now, in the light of day, I wasn’t sure if I could make myself do it. “I know you’re opposed, but I figured I’d make a deal with you to see if you would change your mind.” My ears perked up. What could she possibly offer me? “Your father and I spoke last night, and we decided that you’re old enough to go on your jobs alone. You play the piano as well as I do, and if you’d try a little more, you’d be nearly flawless on the violin. And your voice, well, there’s no one better in the province, if you ask me.” I smiled groggily. “Thanks, Mom. Really.” I didn’t particularly care to work alone, though. I didn’t see how that was supposed to entice me. “Well, that’s not all. You can accept your own work now and go alone and … and you can keep half of whatever you make.” She sort of grimaced as she said it. My eyes popped open. “But only if you sign up for the Selection.” She was starting to smile now. She knew this would win me over, though I think she was expecting more of a fight. But how could I fight? I was already going to sign up, and now I could earn some money of my own! “You know I can only agree to sign up, right? I can’t make them pick me.” “Yes, I know. But it’s worth a shot.” “Wow, Mom.” I shook my head, still in shock. “Okay, I’ll fill out the form today. Are you serious about the money?” “Of course. Sooner or later you’d go out on your own anyway. And being responsible for your own money will be good for you. Only, don’t forget your family, please. We still need you.” “I won’t forget you, Mom. How could I, with all the nagging?” I winked, she laughed, and with that, the deal was done. I took a shower as I processed everything that had happened in less than twenty-four hours. By simply filling out a form, I was winning the approval of my family, making Aspen happy, and earning the money that would help Aspen and me get married! I wasn’t so concerned about the money, but Aspen insisted we needed to have some savings of our own first. It cost a bit to do the legal stuff, and we wanted to have a very small party with our family after our wedding. I figured it wouldn’t take very long for us to save for that once we decided we were ready, but Aspen wanted more. Maybe, finally, he’d trust that we wouldn’t always be strapped if I did some serious work. After my shower, I did my hair and put on the tiniest bit of makeup to celebrate, then went to my closet and got dressed. There weren’t a whole lot of options. Most everything was beige, brown, or green. I had a few nicer dresses for when we worked, but they were hopelessly behind in the fashion department. It was like that, though. Sixes and Sevens were almost always in denim or something sturdy. Fives mostly wore bland clothes, as the artists covered everything with smocks and the singers and dancers only really needed to look special for performances. The upper castes would wear khaki and denim from time to time to change up their looks, but it was always in a way that took the material to a whole new level. As if it wasn’t enough that they could have pretty much whatever they wanted, they turned our necessities into luxuries. I put on my khaki shorts and the green tunic top—by far the most exciting day clothes I owned—and looked myself over before going into the living room. I felt kind of pretty today. Maybe it was just the excitement behind my eyes. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with Dad, humming. They both looked up at me a couple of times, but even their stares couldn’t bother me. When I picked up the letter, I was a little surprised. Such high-quality paper. I’d never felt anything like it. Thick and slightly textured. For a moment the weight of the paper hit me, reminding me of the magnitude of what I was doing. Two words jumped into my head: What if? But I shook the thought away and put pen to paper. It was straightforward enough. I filled in my name, age, caste, and contact information. I had to put my height and weight, hair, eye, and skin color, too. I was pleased to write that I could speak three languages. Most could speak at least two, but my mother insisted we learn French and Spanish, since those languages were still used in parts of the country. It also helped with the singing. There were so many pretty songs in French. We had to list the highest grade level we’d completed, which could vary immensely, since only Sixes and Sevens went to the public schools and had actual grade levels. I was nearly done with my education. Under special skills, I listed singing and all my instruments. “Do you think the ability to sleep in counts as a special skill?” I asked Dad, trying to sound torn over the decision. “Yes, list that. And don’t forget to write that you can eat an entire meal in under five minutes,” he replied. I laughed. It was true; I did tend to inhale my food. “Oh, the both of you! Why don’t you just write down that you’re an absolute heathen!” My mother went storming from the room. I couldn’t believe she was so frustrated—after all, she was getting exactly what she wanted. I gave Dad a questioning look. “She just wants the best for you, that’s all.” He leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit before he started on the commissioned piece that was due by the end of the month. “So do you, but you’re never so angry,” I noted. “Yes. But your mother and I have different ideas of what’s best for you.” He flashed me a smile. I got my mouth from him—both the look and the tendency to say innocent things that got me into trouble. The temper was Mom’s doing, but she was better at holding her tongue if it really mattered. Not me. Like right now… “Dad, if I wanted to marry a Six or even a Seven, and he was someone I really loved, would you let me?” Dad set his mug down, and his eyes focused on me. I tried not to give anything away with my expression. His sigh was heavy, full of grief. “America, if you loved an Eight, I’d want you to marry him. But you should know that love can wear away under the stress of being married. Someone you think you love now, you might start to hate when he couldn’t provide for you. And if you couldn’t take care of your children, it’d be even worse. Love doesn’t always survive under those types of circumstances.” Dad rested his hand on top of mine, drawing my eyes up to his. I tried to hide my worry. “But no matter what, I want you to be loved. You deserve to be loved. And I hope you get to marry for love and not a number.” He couldn’t say what I wanted to know—that I would get to marry for love and not a number—but it was the best I could hope for. “Thanks, Dad.” “Go easy on your mother. She’s trying to do the right thing.” He kissed my head and went off to work. I sighed and went back to filling out the application. The whole thing made me feel like my family didn’t think I had any right to want something of my own. It bothered me, but I knew I couldn’t hold it against them in the long run. We couldn’t afford the luxury of wants. We had needs. I took my finished application and went to find Mom in the backyard. She sat there, stitching up a hem as May did her schoolwork in the shade of the tree house. Aspen used to complain about the strict teachers in the public schools. I seriously doubted any of them could keep up with Mom. It was summer, for goodness’ sake. “Did you really do it?” May asked, bouncing on her knees. “I sure did.” “What made you change your mind?” “Mom can be very compelling,” I said pointedly, though Mom was obviously not ashamed at all of her bribery. “We can go to the Services Office as soon as you’re ready, Mom.” She smiled a little. “That’s my girl. Go get your things, and we’ll head out. I want to get yours in as soon as possible.” I went to grab my shoes and bag as I’d been instructed, but I stopped short at Gerad’s room. He was staring at a blank canvas, looking frustrated. We kept rotating through options with Gerad, but none of them were sticking. One look at the battered soccer ball in the corner or the secondhand microscope we’d inherited as payment one Christmas, and it was obvious his heart just wasn’t in the arts. “Not feeling inspired today, huh?” I asked, stepping into his room. He looked up at me and shook his head. “Maybe you could try sculpting, like Kota. You have great hands. I bet you’d be good at it.” “I don’t want to sculpt things. Or paint or sing or play the piano. I want to play ball.” He kicked his foot into the aging carpet. “I know. And you can for fun, but you need to find a craft you’re good at to make a living. You can do both.” “But why?” he whined. “You know why. It’s the law.” “But that’s not fair!” Gerad pushed the canvas to the floor, where it stirred up dust in the light from his window. “It’s not our fault our great-grandfather or whoever was poor.” “I know.” It really seemed unreasonable to limit everyone’s life choices based on your ancestors’ ability to help the government, but that was how it all worked out. And I suppose I should just be grateful we were safe. “I guess it was the only way to make things work at the time.” He didn’t speak. I breathed a sigh and picked up the canvas, setting it back into place. This was his life, and he couldn’t just wipe it away. “You don’t have to give up your hobbies, buddy. But you want to be able to help Mom and Dad and grow up and get married, right?” I poked his side. He stuck his tongue out in playful disgust, and we both giggled. “America!” Mom called down the hall. “What’s taking you so long?” “Coming,” I yelled back, and then turned to Gerad. “I know it’s hard. It’s just the way it is, okay?” But I knew it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay at all. Mom and I walked all the way to the local office. Sometimes we took the public buses if we were going too far or if we were working. It looked bad to show up sweaty at the house of a Two. They already looked at us funny anyway. But it was a nice day out, and the trip was just shy of being too long. We obviously weren’t the only ones trying to get our submission in right away. By the time we got there, the street in front of the Province of Carolina Services Office was packed with women. Standing in line, I could see a number of girls from my neighborhood in front of me, waiting to go inside. The trail was nearly four people wide and wrapped halfway around the block. Every girl in the province was signing up. I didn’t know whether to feel terrified or relieved. “Magda!” someone called. My mother and I both turned at the sound of her name. Celia and Kamber were walking up behind us with Aspen’s mother. She must have taken the day off to do this. Her daughters were dressed up as neatly as they could afford, looking very tidy. It wasn’t much, but they looked good no matter what they wore, just like Aspen. Kamber and Celia had his same dark hair and beautiful smiles. Aspen’s mother smiled at me, and I returned her grin. I adored her. I only got to talk to her every once in a while, but she was always nice to me. And I knew it wasn’t because I was a step up from her; I’d seen her give clothes that didn’t fit her kids anymore to families who had next to nothing. She was just kind. “Hello, Lena. Kamber, Celia, how are you?” Mother greeted them. “Good!” they sang in unison. “You guys look beautiful,” I said, placing one of Celia’s curls behind her shoulder. “We wanted to look pretty for our picture,” Kamber announced. “Picture?” I asked. “Yes.” Aspen’s mom spoke in a hushed voice. “I was cleaning at one of the magistrates’ houses yesterday. This lottery isn’t much of a lottery at all. That’s why they’re taking pictures and getting lots of information. Why would it matter how many languages you spoke if it were random?” That had struck me as funny, but I thought that was all information for after the fact. “It appears to have leaked a little; look around. Lots of girls are way overdone.” I scanned the line. Aspen’s mother was right, and there was a clear line between those who knew and those who didn’t. Just behind us was a girl, obviously a Seven, still in her work clothes. Her muddy boots might not make the picture, but the dust on her overalls probably would. A few yards back another Seven was sporting a tool belt. The best I could say about her was that her face was clean. On the other end of the spectrum, a girl in front of me had her hair up in a twist with little tendrils framing her face. The girl beside her, clearly a Two based on her clothes, looked like she was trying to drown the world in her cleavage. Several had on so much makeup, they looked kind of like clowns to me. But at least they were trying. I looked decent, but I hadn’t gone to any such lengths. Like the Sevens, I hadn’t known to bother. I felt a sudden flutter of worry. But why? I stopped myself and rearranged my thoughts. I didn’t want this. If I wasn’t pretty enough, surely that was a good thing. I would at least be a notch below Aspen’s sisters. They were naturally beautiful, and looked even lovelier with the little hints of makeup. If Kamber or Celia won, Aspen’s whole family would be elevated. Surely my mother couldn’t disapprove of me marrying a One just because he wasn’t the prince himself. My lack of information was a blessing. “I think you’re right,” Mom said. “That girl looks like she’s getting ready for a Christmas party.” She laughed, but I could tell she hated that I was at a disadvantage. “I don’t know why some girls go so over the top. Look at America. She’s so pretty. I’m so glad you didn’t go that route,” Mrs. Leger said. “I’m nothing special. Who could pick me next to Kamber or Celia?” I winked at them, and they smiled. Mom did, too, but it was forced. She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change. “Don’t be silly! Every time Aspen comes home from helping your brother, he always says the Singers inherited more than their fair share of talent and beauty,” Aspen’s mother said. “Does he really? What a nice boy!” my mother cooed. “Yes. A mother couldn’t ask for a better son. He’s supportive, and he works so hard.” “He’s going to make some girl very happy one day,” my mother said. She was only half into the conversation as she continued to size up the competition. Mrs. Leger took a quick look around. “Between you and me, I think he might already have someone in mind.” I froze. I didn’t know if I should comment or not, unsure if either response would give me away. “What’s she like?” my mother asked. Even when she was planning my marriage to a complete stranger, she still had time for gossip. “I’m not sure! I haven’t actually met her. And I’m only guessing that he’s seeing someone, but he seems happier lately,” she replied, beaming. Lately? We’d been meeting for nearly two years. Why only lately? “He hums,” Celia offered. “Yeah, he sings, too,” Kamber agreed. “He sings?” I exclaimed. “Oh, yeah,” they chorused. “Then he’s definitely seeing someone!” my mother chimed in. “I wonder who she is.” “You’ve got me. But I’m guessing she must be a wonderful girl. These last few months he’s been working hard—harder than usual. And he’s been putting money away. I think he must be trying to save up to get married.” I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped. Lucky me, they all attributed it to the general excitement of the news. “And I couldn’t be more pleased,” she continued. “Even if he’s not ready to tell us who she is, I love her already. He’s smiling, and he just seems satisfied. It’s been hard since we lost Herrick, and Aspen’s taken so much on himself. Any girl who makes him this happy is already a daughter to me.” “She’d be a lucky girl! Your Aspen is a wonderful boy,” Mom replied. I couldn’t believe it. Here his family was, trying to make ends meet, and he was putting away money for me! I didn’t know whether to scold him or kiss him. I just… I had no words. He really was going to ask me to marry him! It was all I could think about. Aspen, Aspen, Aspen. I went through the line, signed at the window to confirm that everything on my form was true, and took my picture. I sat in the chair, flipped my hair once or twice to give it some life, and turned to face the photographer. I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me. CHAPTER 4 IT WAS FRIDAY, SO THE Illéa Capital Report would be on at eight. We weren’t exactly obligated to watch, but it was unwise to miss it. Even Eights—the homeless, the wandering—would find a store or a church where they could see the Report. And with the Selection coming up, the Report was more than a semi-requirement. Everyone wanted to know what was happening in that department. “Do you think they’ll announce the winners tonight?” May asked, stuffing mashed potatoes into her mouth. “No, dear. Everyone who’s eligible still has nine days to submit their applications. It’ll probably be two more weeks until we know.” Mom’s voice was the calmest it had been in years. She was completely at ease, pleased to have gotten something she really wanted. “Aw! I can’t stand the wait,” May complained. She couldn’t stand the wait? It was my name in the pot! “Your mother tells me you had quite a long wait in line.” I was surprised Dad wanted in on this conversation. “Yeah,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting that many girls. I don’t know why they’re giving people nine more days; I swear everyone in the province has already gone in.” Dad chuckled. “Did you have fun gauging the competition?” “Didn’t bother,” I said honestly. “I left that to Mom.” She nodded in agreement. “I did, I did. I couldn’t help it. But I think America looked good. Polished but natural. You are so beautiful, honey. If they really are looking through instead of picking at random, you have an even better chance than I thought.” “I don’t know,” I hedged. “There was that girl who had on so much red lipstick she looked like she was bleeding. Maybe the prince likes that kind of thing.” Everyone laughed, and Mom and I continued to regale them with commentary on the outfits we’d noticed. May drank it all in, and Gerad just sat smiling between bites of dinner. Sometimes it was easy to forget that as long as Gerad had been able to really understand the world around him, things had been stressful in our house. At eight we all piled into the living room—Dad in his chair, May next to Mom on the couch with Gerad on her lap, and me on the floor all stretched out—and turned the TV to the public access channel. It was the one channel you didn’t have to pay to have, so even the Eights could get it if they had a TV. The anthem played. Maybe it’s silly, but I always loved our national anthem. It was one of my favorite songs to sing. The picture of the royal family came into view. Standing at a podium was King Clarkson. His advisers, who had updates on infrastructure and some environmental concerns, were seated to one side, and the camera cut to show them. It looked like there would be several announcements tonight. On the left of the screen, the queen and Prince Maxon sat in their typical cluster of thronelike seats and elegant clothes, looking regal and important. “There’s your boyfriend, Ames,” May announced, and everyone laughed. I looked closely at Maxon. I guess he was handsome in his own way. Not at all like Aspen, though. His hair was a honey color, and his eyes were brown. He kind of looked like summertime, which I guess was attractive to some people. His hair was cropped short and neatly done, and his gray suit was perfectly fitted to him. But he sat way too rigidly in his chair. He looked so uptight. His clean hair was too perfect, his tailored suit too crisp. He seemed more like a painting than a person. I almost felt bad for the girl who ended up with him. That would probably be the most boring life imaginable. I focused on his mother. She looked serene. She sat up in her chair, too, but not in an icy way. I realized that, unlike the king and Prince Maxon, she hadn’t grown up in the palace. She was a celebrated Daughter of Illéa. She might have been someone like me. The king was already talking, but I had to know. “Mom?” I whispered, trying not to distract Dad. “Yes?” “The queen … what was she? Her caste, I mean.” Mom smiled at my interest. “A Four.” A Four. She’d spent her formative years working in a factory or a shop, or maybe on a farm. I wondered about her life. Did she have a large family? She probably hadn’t had to worry about food growing up. Were her friends jealous of her when she was chosen? If I had any really close friends, would they be jealous of me? That was stupid. I wasn’t going to be picked. Instead I focused on the king’s words. “Just this morning, another attack in New Asia rocked our bases. It has left our troops slightly outnumbered, but we are confident that with the fresh draft next month will come lifted morale, not to mention a swelling of fresh forces.” I hated war. Unfortunately, we were a young country that had to protect itself against everyone. It wasn’t likely this land would survive another invasion. After the king gave us an update on a recent raid on a rebel camp, the Financial Team updated us on the status of the debt, and the head of the Infrastructure Committee announced that in two years they were planning to start work on rebuilding several highways, some of which hadn’t been touched since the Fourth World War. Finally the last person, the Master of Events, came to the podium. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Illéa. As you all know, notices to participate in the Selection were recently distributed in the mail. We have received the first count of submitted applications, and I am pleased to say that thousands of the beautiful women in Illéa have already placed their names in the lottery for the Selection!” In the back corner Maxon shifted a little in his seat. Was he sweating? “On behalf of the royal family, I would like to thank you for your enthusiasm and patriotism. With any luck, by the New Year we will be celebrating the engagement of our beloved Prince Maxon to an enchanting, talented, and intelligent Daughter of Illéa!” The few advisers sitting there applauded. Maxon smiled but looked uncomfortable. When the applause died down, the Master of Events started up again. “Of course, we will be having lots of programming dedicated to meeting the young women of the Selection, not to mention specials on their lives at the palace. We could not think of anyone more qualified to guide us through this exciting time than our very own Mr. Gavril Fadaye!” There was another smattering of applause, but it came from my mom and May this time. Gavril Fadaye was a legend. For something like twenty years he’d done running commentary on Grateful Feast parades and Christmas shows and anything they celebrated at the palace. I’d never seen an interview with members of the royal family or their closest friends and family done by anyone but him. “Oh, America, you could meet Gavril!” Mom crooned. “He’s coming!” May said, flailing her little arms. Sure enough, there was Gavril, sauntering onto the set in his crisp blue suit. He was maybe in his late forties, and he always looked sharp. As he walked across the stage, the light caught on the pin on his lapel, a flash of gold that was similar to the forte signs in my piano music. “Goooood evening, Illéa!” he sang. “I have to say that I am so honored to be a part of the Selection. Lucky me, I get to meet thirty-five beautiful women! What idiot wouldn’t want my job?” He winked at us through the camera. “But before I get to meet these lovely ladies, one of which will be our new princess, I have the pleasure of speaking with the man of the hour, our Prince Maxon.” With that Maxon walked across the carpeted stage to a pair of chairs set up for him and Gavril. He straightened his tie and adjusted his suit, as if he needed to look more polished. He shook Gavril’s hand and sat across from him, picking up a microphone. The chair was high enough that Maxon propped his feet on a bar in the middle of the legs. He looked much more casual that way. “Nice to see you again, Your Highness.” “Thank you, Gavril. The pleasure is all mine.” Maxon’s voice was as poised as the rest of him. He radiated waves of formality. I wrinkled my nose at the idea of just being in the same room with him. “In less than a month, thirty-five women will be moving into your house. How do you feel about that?” Maxon laughed. “Honestly, it is a bit nerve-racking. I’m imagining there will be much more noise with so many guests. I’m looking forward to it all the same.” “Have you asked dear old dad for any advice on how he managed to get ahold of such a beautiful wife when it was his turn?” Both Maxon and Gavril looked over to the king and queen, and the camera panned over to show them looking at each other, smiling and holding hands. It seemed genuine, but how would we know any better? “I haven’t actually. As you know, the situation in New Asia has been escalating, and I’ve been working with him more on the military side of things. Not much time to discuss girls in there.” Mom and May laughed. I suppose it was kind of funny. “We don’t have much time left, so I’d like to have one more question. What do you imagine your perfect girl would be like?” Maxon looked taken aback. It was hard to tell, but he may have been blushing. “Honestly, I don’t know. I think that’s the beauty of the Selection. No two women who enter will be exactly the same—not in looks or preferences or disposition. And through the process of meeting them and talking to them, I’m hoping to discover what I want, to find it along the way.” Maxon smiled. “Thank you, Your Highness. That was very well said. And I think I speak for all of Illéa when I wish you the best of luck.” Gavril held out his hand for another shake. “Thank you, sir,” Maxon said. The camera didn’t cut away quick enough, and you could see him looking over to his parents, wondering if he’d said the right thing. The next shot zoomed in on Gavril’s face, so there was no way to see what their response was. “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for this evening. Thank you for watching the Illéa Capital Report, and we’ll see you next week.” With that, the music played and credits rolled. “America and Maxon sitting in a tree,” sang May. I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her, but I couldn’t help laughing at the thought. Maxon was so stiff and quiet. It was hard to imagine anyone being happy with such a wimp. I spent the rest of the night trying to ignore May’s teasing, and finally went to my room to be alone. Even the thought of being near Maxon Schreave made me uncomfortable. May’s little jabs stayed in my head all night and made it difficult for me to sleep. It was hard to pinpoint the sound that woke me, but once I was aware of it, I tried to survey my room in absolute stillness, just in case someone was there. Tap, tap, tap. I turned over slowly to face my window, and there was Aspen, grinning at me. I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door, shutting it all the way and locking it. I went back to the bed, unlocking and slowly opening my window. A rush of heat that had nothing to do with summer swept over me as Aspen climbed through the window and onto my bed. “What are you doing here?” I whispered, smiling in the dark. “I had to see you,” he breathed into my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down until we were lying side by side on the bed. “I have so much to tell you, Aspen.” “Shhh, don’t say a word. If anyone hears, there’ll be hell to pay. Just let me look at you.” And so I obeyed. I stayed there, quiet and still, while Aspen stared into my eyes. When he had his fill of that, he went to nuzzling his nose into my neck and hair. And then his hands were moving up and down the curve of my waist to my hip over and over and over. I heard his breathing get heavy, and something about that drew me in. His lips, hidden in my neck, started kissing me. I drew in sharp breaths. I couldn’t help it. Aspen’s lips traveled up my chin and covered my mouth, effectively silencing my gasps. I wrapped myself around him, our rushed grabbing and the humidity of the night covering us both in sweat. It was a stolen moment. Aspen’s lips finally slowed, though I was nowhere near ready to stop. But we had to be smart. If we went any further, and there was ever evidence of it, we’d both be thrown in jail. Another reason everyone married young: Waiting is torture. “I should go,” he whispered. “But I want you to stay.” My lips were by his ears. I could smell his soap again. “America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you’ll wake up to my kisses every morning. And then some.” I bit my lip at the thought. “But now I have to go. We’re pushing our luck.” I sighed and loosened my grip. He was right. “I love you, America.” “I love you, Aspen.” These secret moments would be enough to get me through everything coming: Mom’s disappointment when I wasn’t chosen, the work I’d have to do to help Aspen save, the eruption that was coming when he asked Dad for my hand, and whatever struggles we’d go through once we were married. None of it mattered. Not if I had Aspen. CHAPTER 5 A WEEK LATER, I BEAT Aspen to the tree house. It took a bit of work to get the things I wanted up there in silence, but I managed. I rearranged the plates one last time as I heard someone climbing the tree. “Boo.” Aspen started and laughed. I lit the new candle I’d purchased just for us. He crossed the tree house to kiss me, and after a moment, I started talking about all that had happened during the week. “I never got to tell you about the sign-ups,” I said, excited about the news. “How’d it go? Mom said it was packed.” “It was crazy, Aspen. You should have seen what people were wearing! And I’m sure you know that it’s less of a lottery than they’re claiming. So I was right all along. There are far more interesting people to choose in Carolina than me, so this was all a big nothing.” “All the same, thank you for doing it. It means a lot to me.” His eyes were still focused on me. He hadn’t even bothered looking around the tree house. Drinking me in, like always. “Well, the best part is that since my mother had no idea I’d already promised you, she bribed me to sign up.” I couldn’t contain my smile. This week families had already started throwing parties for their daughters, sure that they would be the one chosen for the Selection. I’d sung at no less than seven celebrations, packing two into a night for the sake of getting my own paychecks. And Mom was true to her word. It felt liberating to have money that was mine. “Bribed you? With what?” His face was lit with excitement. “Money, of course. Look, I made you a feast!” I pulled away from him and started grabbing plates. I’d made too much dinner on purpose to save him some, and I’d been baking pastries for days. May and I both had a terrible addiction to sweets anyway, and she was jubilant that this was how I was choosing to spend my money. “What’s all this?” “Food. I made it myself.” I was beaming with pride at my efforts. Finally, tonight, Aspen could be full. But his smile faded as he took in plate after plate. “Aspen, is something wrong?” “This isn’t right.” He shook his head and looked away from the treats. “What do you mean?” “America, I’m supposed to be providing for you. It’s humiliating for me to come here and have you do all this for me.” “But I give you food all the time.” “Your little leftovers. You think I don’t know better? I don’t feel bad about taking something you don’t want. But to have you—I’m supposed to—” “Aspen, you give me things all the time. You provide for me. I have all my pen—” “Pennies? You think bringing that up now is a good idea? Don’t you know how much I hate that? That I love to hear you sing but can’t really pay you when everyone else does?” “You shouldn’t pay me at all! It’s a gift. Anything of mine you want you can have!” I knew we needed to be careful to keep our voices down. But at the moment I didn’t care. “I’m not some charity case, America. I’m a man. I’m supposed to be a provider.” Aspen put his hands in his hair. I could see his breaths coming fast. Just like always, he was thinking his way through the argument. But this time, there was something different in his eyes. Instead of his face growing focused, it fell into confusion one millimeter at a time. My anger faded quickly as I saw him there, looking so lost. I felt guilty instead. I had meant to spoil him, not humiliate him. “I love you,” I whispered. He shook his head. “I love you, too, America.” But he still wouldn’t look at me. I picked up some of the bread I’d made and put it in his hand. He was too hungry not to take a bite. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought it would make you happy.” “No, Mer, I love it. I can’t believe you did all this for me. It’s just … you don’t know how much it bothers me that I can’t do this for you. You deserve better.” Mercifully, he kept eating as he spoke. “You’ve got to stop thinking of me that way. When it’s just you and me, I’m not a Five and you’re not a Six. We’re just Aspen and America. And I don’t want anything in the world but you.” “But I can’t stop thinking that way.” He looked at me. “That’s how I was raised. Since I was little, it was ‘Sixes are born to serve’ and ‘Sixes aren’t meant to be seen.’ My whole life, I’ve been taught to be invisible.” He grabbed my hand in a viselike grip. “If we’re together, Mer, you’re going to be invisible, too. And I don’t want that for you.” “Aspen, we’ve talked about this. I know that things will be different, and I’m prepared. I don’t know how to make it any clearer.” I put my hand on his heart. “The moment you’re ready to ask, I’m ready to say yes.” It was terrifying to put myself out there like that, to make it absolutely clear how deep my affections ran. He knew what I was saying. But if making myself vulnerable meant he’d be brave, I’d endure it. His eyes searched mine. If he was looking for doubt, he was wasting his time. Aspen was the one thing I was sure of. “No.” “What?” “No.” The word felt like a slap across the face. “Aspen?” “I don’t know how I fooled myself into ever thinking this would work.” He ran his fingers through his hair again, like he was trying to get all the thoughts he’d ever had about me out of his head. “But you just said you loved me.” “I do, Mer. That’s the point. I can’t make you like me. I can’t stand the thought of you hungry or cold or scared. I can’t make you a Six.” I felt the tears coming. He didn’t mean that. He couldn’t. But before I could tell him to take it back, Aspen was already moving to crawl out of the tree house. “Where … where are you going?” “I’m leaving. I’m going home. I’m sorry I did this to you, America. It’s over now.” “What?” “It’s over. I won’t come around anymore. Not like this.” I started crying. “Aspen, please. Let’s talk about this. You’re just upset.” “I’m more upset than you know. But not at you. I just can’t do this, Mer. I can’t.” “Aspen, please…” He pulled me in tight and kissed me—really kissed me—one last time. Then he disappeared into the night. And because this country is the way it is, because of all the rules that had kept us in hiding, I couldn’t even call out after him. I couldn’t tell him I loved him one more time. As the next few days passed, I knew my family could tell that something was wrong, but they must have assumed I was nervous about the Selection. I wanted to cry a thousand times, but held it back. I just pushed on to Friday, hoping that everything would go back to normal after the Capital Report broadcast the names. I dreamed it up in my head. How they would announce Celia or Kamber, and my mother would be disappointed, but not as disappointed as she would have been if it was a stranger. Dad and May would be excited for them; our families were close. I knew Aspen had to be thinking about me like I’d been thinking about him. I bet he’d be over here before the program was over, begging me for forgiveness and asking for my hand. It would be a little premature, since there was nothing guaranteed for the girls, but he could capitalize on the general excitement of the day. It would probably smooth a lot of things over. In my head, it worked out perfectly. In my head, everyone was happy… It was ten minutes until the Report came on, and we were all in place early. I couldn’t imagine we were alone in not wanting to miss a second of this announcement. “I remember when Queen Amberly was chosen! Oh, I knew from the beginning she would make it.” Mom was making popcorn, as if this were a movie. “Did you go in the lottery, Mama?” Gerad asked. “No, sweetie, Mama was two years too young for the cutoff. But lucky me, I got your father instead.” She smiled and winked. Whoa. She must have been in a good mood. I couldn’t remember the last time she was that affectionate toward Dad. “Queen Amberly is the best queen ever. She’s so beautiful and smart. Every time I see her on TV, I want to be just like her,” May said with a sigh. “She is a good queen,” I added quietly. Finally eight o’clock rolled around, and the national emblem rose on the screen along with the instrumental version of our anthem. Was I actually trembling? I was so ready for this to be over. The king appeared and gave a brief update on the war. The other announcements were also short. It seemed like everyone there was in a good mood. I guessed this must be exciting for them, too. Finally the Master of Events came up and introduced Gavril, who walked straight over to the royal family. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” he said to the king. “Gavril, always good to see you.” The king was borderline giddy. “Looking forward to the announcement?” “Ah, yes. I was in the room yesterday as a few were drawn; all very lovely girls.” “So you know who they are already?” Gavril exclaimed. “Just a few, just a few.” “Did he happen to share any of this information with you, sir?” Gavril turned to Maxon. “Not at all. I’ll see them when everyone else does,” Maxon replied. You could see he was trying to hide his nerves. I realized my palms were sweating. “Your Majesty,” Gavril went over to the queen. “Any advice for the Selected?” She smiled her serene smile. I didn’t know what the other women looked like when she went through the Selection, but I couldn’t imagine anyone being as graceful and lovely as her. “Enjoy your last night as an average girl. Tomorrow, no matter what, your life will be different forever. And it’s old advice, but it’s good: Be yourself.” “Wise words, my queen, wise words. And with that, let us reveal the thirty-five young ladies chosen for the Selection. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in congratulating the following Daughters of Illéa!” The screen changed to the national emblem. In the upper right-hand corner, there was a small box with Maxon’s face, to see his reactions as the pictures went across the monitor. He would already be making decisions about them, the way we all would. Gavril had a set of cards in his hands, ready to read out the names of the girls whose worlds, according to the queen, were about to change forever. “Miss Elayna Stoles of Hansport, Three.” A photo of a tiny girl with porcelain skin popped up. She looked like a lady. Maxon beamed. “Miss Tuesday Keeper of Waverly, Four.” A girl with freckles appeared. She looked older, more mature. Maxon whispered something to the king. “Miss Fiona Castley of Paloma, Three.” A brunette with smoldering eyes this time. Maybe my age, but she seemed more … experienced. I turned to Mom and May on the couch. “Doesn’t she seem awfully—” “Miss America Singer of Carolina, Five.” I whipped my head back around, and there it was. The picture of me just after I’d found out Aspen was saving up to marry me. I looked radiant, hopeful, beautiful. I looked like I was in love. And some idiot thought that love was for Prince Maxon. Mom screamed by my ear, and May jumped up, sending popcorn everywhere. Gerad got excited too and started dancing. Dad … it’s hard to say, but I think he was secretly smiling behind his book. I missed what Maxon’s expression was. The phone rang. And it didn’t stop for days. CHAPTER 6 THE NEXT WEEK WAS FULL of officials swarming into our house to prepare me for the Selection. There was an obnoxious woman who seemed to think I’d lied about half my application, followed by an actual palace guard who came to go over security measures with the local soldiers and give our home a once-over. Apparently I didn’t have to wait until getting to the palace to worry about potential rebel attacks. Wonderful. We got two phone calls from a woman named Silvia—who sounded very perky and businesslike at the same time—wanting to know if we needed anything. My favorite visitor was a lean, goateed man who came to measure me for my new wardrobe. I wasn’t sure how I felt about wearing dresses that were as formal as the queen’s all the time, but I was looking forward to a change. The last of these visitors came on Wednesday afternoon, two days before I was to leave. He was in charge of going over all the official rules with me. He was incredibly skinny with greasy black hair that was smoothed back, and he kept sweating. Upon entering the house, he asked if there was someplace private we could talk. That was my first clue that something was going on. “Well, we can sit in the kitchen, if that’s all right,” Mom suggested. He dabbed his head with a handkerchief and looked over at May. “Actually, anyplace is fine. I just think you might want to ask your younger daughter to leave the room.” What could he possibly say that May couldn’t hear? “Mama?” she asked, sad to be missing out. “May, darling, go and work on your painting. You’ve been neglecting your work a bit this last week.” “But—” “Let me walk you out, May,” I offered, looking at the tears welling up in her eyes. When we were down the hall and no one could hear, I pulled her in for a hug. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll tell you everything tonight. Promise.” To her credit, she didn’t blow our cover by jumping up and down as usual. She merely nodded somberly and went away to her little corner in Dad’s studio. Mom made tea for Skinny, and we sat at the kitchen table to talk. He had a stack of papers and a pen laid out next to another folder with my name on it. He arranged his information neatly and spoke. “I’m sorry to be so secretive, but there are certain things I need to address that are unfit for young ears.” Mom and I exchanged a quick glance. “Miss Singer, this is going to sound harsh, but as of last Friday, you are now considered property of Illéa. You must take care of your body from here on out. I have several forms for you to sign as we go through this information. Any failure to comply on your part will result in your immediate removal from the Selection. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I said warily. “Very good. Let’s start with the easy stuff. These are vitamins. Since you are a Five, I’ll assume that you may not always have access to necessary nutrition. You must take one of these every day. You’re on your own now, but at the palace, you’ll have someone to help you.” He passed a large bottle across the table to me, along with a form I had to sign to say that I had received it. I had to stop myself from laughing. Who needs help taking a pill? “I have with me the physical from your doctor. Not much of a worry there. You seem to be in excellent health, although he said you haven’t been sleeping well?” “Umm, I mean … just with the excitement, it’s been a little hard to sleep.” It was almost the truth. The days were whirlwinds of palace preparation, but at night, when I was still, I thought of Aspen. It was the one time I couldn’t avoid him coming into my mind, and it appeared he wasn’t eager to leave. “I see. Well, I can have some sleep aids here tonight if you need them. We want you well rested.” “No, I don’t—” “Yes,” Mom interrupted. “Sorry, honey, but you look exhausted. Please, get her the sleep aids.” “Yes, ma’am.” Skinny made another note in my file. “Moving on. Now, I know this is personal, but I’ve had to discuss it with every contestant, so please don’t be shy.” He paused. “I need confirmation that you are, in fact, a virgin.” Mom’s eyes nearly popped out. So this was why May had to leave. “Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe they’d send someone out to do this. At least send a woman… “I’m afraid so. If you’re not, we need to know that immediately.” Eww. And with my mother in the room. “I know the law, sir. I’m not stupid. Of course I am.” “Consider, please. If you are found to be lying…” “For goodness’ sake, America’s never even had a boyfriend!” Mom said. “That’s right.” I grabbed that rope, hoping it would end this discussion. “Very good. I’ll just need you to sign this form to confirm your statement.” I rolled my eyes but obeyed. I was glad Illéa existed, considering that this very land had nearly been turned to rubble, but these regulations were starting to make me feel like I was suffocating, like there were invisible chains keeping me down. Laws about who you could love, forms about your virginity being intact; it was infuriating. “I need to go over the rules with you. They are very straightforward, and you shouldn’t have a hard time complying. If you have any questions, just speak up.” He looked up from his stack of forms and made eye contact with me. “I will,” I mumbled. “You cannot leave the palace of your own accord. You have to be dismissed by the prince himself. Even the king and queen cannot force you out. They can tell the prince they do not approve of you, but he makes every decision on who stays and who leaves. “There is no set timeline for the Selection. It can be over in a matter of days or stretch into years.” “Years?” I asked in horror. The thought of being gone that long set me on edge. “Not to worry. The prince is unlikely to let it go for very long. This is a moment for him to show his decisiveness, and allowing the Selection to drag on doesn’t look good. But should he choose to take it that way, you will be required to stay for as long as the prince needs to make his choice.” My fear must have shown on my face because Mom reached over and patted my hand. Skinny, however, was unfazed. “You do not arrange your times with the prince. He will seek you out for one-on-one company if he wants it. If you are in a larger social setting and he is present, that is different. But you do not go to him without invitation. “While no one expects you to get along with the other thirty-four contestants, you are not to fight with them or sabotage them. If you are found laying hands on another contestant, causing her stress, stealing from her, or doing anything that might diminish her personal relationship with the prince, it is in his hands whether or not to dismiss you on the spot. “Your only romantic relationship will be with Prince Maxon. If you are found writing love notes to someone here or are caught in a relationship with another person in the palace, that is considered treason and is punishable by death.” Mom rolled her eyes at that one, though that might be the only rule that worried me. “If you are found breaking any of Illéa’s written laws, you will receive the punishment tied to that offense. Your status as one of the Selected does not put you above the law. “You must not wear any clothes or eat any food that is not specifically provided for you by the palace. This is a security issue and will be strictly enforced. “On Fridays you will be present for all Capital Report broadcasts. On occasion, but always with warning, there will be cameras or photographers in the palace, and you will be courteous and allow them to see your lifestyle with the prince. “For each week you stay at the palace, your family will be compensated. I will give you your first check before I leave. Also, should you not stay at the palace, an aide will help you adjust to your life after the Selection. Your aide will assist you with final preparations before you leave for the palace, as well as help you seek new housing and employment afterward. “Should you make it to the top ten, you will be considered an Elite. Once you reach that status, you will be required to learn about the particular inner workings of the life and obligations you would have as a princess. You are not permitted to seek out such details before that time. “From this moment on, your status is a Three.” “A Three?” Mom and I both exclaimed. “Yes. After the Selection, it’s hard for girls to go back to their old lives. Twos and Threes do fine, but Fours and below tend to struggle. You are a Three now, but the rest of your family remain Fives. Should you win, you and your entire family become Ones as members of the royal family.” “Ones.” The word was faint on Mom’s lips. “And should you go to the end, you will marry Prince Maxon and become the crowned princess of Illéa and take on all the rights and responsibilities of that title. Do you understand?” “Yes.” That part, as big as it sounded, was the easiest to bear. “Very good. If you could just sign this form saying you’ve heard all the official rules, and Mrs. Singer, if you could just sign this form saying you received your check, please.” I didn’t see the sum, but it made her eyes well. I was miserable at the idea of leaving, but I was sure if I went there only to be sent back the next day, this check alone would provide us with enough money for a very comfortable year. And when I got back, everyone would want me to sing. I’d have plenty of work. But would I be allowed to sing as a Three? If I had to pick one of the career paths of a Three, I think I’d teach. Maybe I could at least help others learn music. Skinny collected his forms and stood to leave, thanking us for our time and for the tea. I would have to interact with only one more official before I left, and that would be my aide: the person who would guide me through getting from my house to the send-off to the airport. And then … then I’d be on my own. Our guest asked if I would show him to the door, and Mom consented, as she wanted to start dinner. I didn’t like being alone with him, but it was a short walk. “One more thing,” Skinny said with his hand on the door. “This isn’t exactly a rule, but it would be unwise of you to ignore it. When you are invited to do something with Prince Maxon, you do not refuse. No matter what it is. Dinner, outings, kisses—more than kisses—anything. Do not turn him down.” “Excuse me?” Was the same man who made me sign a form affirming my purity suggesting that I let Maxon have it if he wanted it? “I know it sounds … unbecoming. But it would not behoove you to reject the prince under any circumstances. Good evening, Miss Singer.” I was disgusted, revolted. The law, Illéan law, was that you were to wait until marriage. It was an effective way of keeping diseases at bay, and it helped keep the castes intact. Illegitimates were thrown into the street to become Eights, and the penalty for being discovered, either by a person or through pregnancy, was jail time. If someone was even suspicious, you could spend a few nights in a cell. True, it restricted me from being intimate with the one person I loved, and that had bothered me. But now that Aspen and I were over, I was glad I’d been forced to save myself. I was infuriated. Hadn’t I just signed a form saying I’d be punished if I broke Illéan law? I wasn’t above the rules; that was what he’d said. But apparently the prince was. And I felt dirty, lower than an Eight. “America, honey, it’s for you,” Mom sang. I’d heard the doorbell myself but was in no rush to answer it. If this was another person asking for an autograph, I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it. I walked down the hall and turned the corner. There, with a handful of wildflowers, was Aspen. “Hello, America.” His voice was restrained, almost professional. “Hello, Aspen.” Mine was weak. “These are from Kamber and Celia. They wanted to wish you luck.” He closed the distance between us and gave me the flowers. Flowers from his sisters, not from him. “That’s awfully sweet!” Mom exclaimed. I had almost forgotten she was in the room. “Aspen, I’m glad you’re here.” I tried to sound as removed as he had. “I’ve made a mess trying to pack. Could you help me clean?” With my mom there, he had to accept. As a general rule, Sixes didn’t turn down work. We were the same in that way. He exhaled through his nose and nodded once. Aspen followed me down the hall. I thought about how many times I’d wanted just this: for Aspen to walk in my house and come to my room. Could the circumstances have been any worse? I pushed open the door to my room and Aspen laughed out loud. “Did you let a dog do your packing?” “Shut up! I had a little trouble finding what I was looking for.” In spite of myself, I smiled. He went to work, setting things upright and folding shirts. I helped, of course. “Aren’t you taking any of these clothes?” he whispered. “No. They dress me from tomorrow on out.” “Oh. Wow.” “Were your sisters disappointed?” “No, actually.” He shook his head in disbelief. “The moment they saw your face, the whole house erupted. They’re crazy about you. My mom in particular.” “I love your mom. She’s always really nice to me.” A few minutes passed in silence as my room went slowly back to normal. “Your picture…,” he began, “was absolutely beautiful.” It hurt to have him tell me I was beautiful. It wasn’t fair. Not after everything he’d done. “It was for you,” I whispered. “What?” “It’s just… I thought you were going to be proposing soon.” My voice was thick. Aspen was quiet for a moment, choosing his words. “I’d been thinking about it, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” “It does. Why didn’t you tell me?” He rubbed his neck, deciding. “I was waiting.” “For what?” What could possibly be worth waiting for? “For the draft.” That was an issue. It was hard to know whether to wish to be drafted or not. In Illéa, every nineteen-year-old male was eligible for it. Soldiers were chosen at random twice a year, to catch everyone within six months of their birthday. You served from the time you were nineteen until you were twenty-three. And it was coming soon. We’d talked about it, of course, but not in a realistic way. I guess we both hoped that if we ignored the draft, it would ignore us, too. It was a blessing in that being a soldier meant you were an automatic Two. The government trained you and paid you for the rest of your life. The drawback was you never knew where you would go. They sent you away from your province, for sure. They assumed you were more likely to be lenient with people you knew. You might end up at the palace or in some other province’s local police force. Or you might end up in the army, shipped off to war. Not very many men sent into battle made it home. If a man wasn’t married before the draft, he’d almost always wait. You’d be separated from your wife for four years, at the very best. At the worst, she’d be a young widow. “I just… I didn’t want to do that to you,” he whispered. “I understand.” He straightened up, trying to change the subject. “So what are you taking to the palace?” “A change of clothes to wear whenever they finally kick me out. Some pictures and books. I’ve been told I won’t need my instruments. Anything I want will be there already. So that little bag there, that’s it.” The room was tidy now, and that backpack seemed huge for some reason. The flowers he’d brought looked so bright on my desk compared to the drab things I owned. Or maybe it was just that everything seemed paler now … now that it was over. “That’s not much,” he noted. “I’ve never needed very much to be happy. I thought you knew that.” He closed his eyes. “Stop it, America. I did the right thing.” “The right thing? Aspen, you made me believe we could do it. You made me love you. And then you talked me into this damn contest. Do you know they’re practically shipping me off to be one of Maxon’s playthings?” He whipped his head around to face me. “What?” “I’m not allowed to turn him down. Not for anything.” Aspen looked sick, angry. His hands clenched up into fists. “Even … even if he doesn’t want to marry you … he could…?” “Yes.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He took a few deep breaths. “But if he does pick you … that’ll be good. You deserve to be happy.” That was it. I slapped him. “You idiot!” I whisper-yelled at him. “I hate him! I loved you! I wanted you; all I ever wanted was you!” His eyes welled up, but I couldn’t care. He’d hurt me enough, and now it was his turn. “I should go,” he said, and started heading to the door. “Wait. I didn’t pay you.” “America, you don’t have to pay me.” He went to leave again. “Aspen Leger, don’t you dare move!” My voice was fierce. And he stopped, finally paying attention to me. “That’ll be good practice for when you’re a One.” If it hadn’t been for his eyes, I would have thought it was a joke, not an insult. I just shook my head and went to my desk, pulling out all the money I’d earned by myself. I put every last bit of it in his hands. “America, I’m not taking this.” “The hell you aren’t. I don’t need it and you do. If you ever loved me at all, you’ll take it. Hasn’t your pride done enough for us?” I could feel a part of him shut down. He stopped fighting. “Fine.” “And here.” I dug behind my bed, pulled out my tiny jar of pennies, and poured them into his hand. One rebellious penny that must have been sticky stayed glued to the bottom. “Those were always yours. You should use them.” Now I didn’t have anything of his. And once he spent those pennies out of desperation, he wouldn’t have anything of mine. I felt the hurt coming up. My eyes got wet, and I breathed hard to keep the sobs back. “I’m sorry, Mer. Good luck.” He shoved the money and the pennies into his pockets and ran out. This wasn’t how I thought I’d cry. I was expecting huge, jarring sobs, not slow, tiny tears. I started to put the jar on a shelf, but I noticed that little penny again. I put my finger in the jar and got it unstuck. It rattled around in the glass all by itself. It was a hollow sound, and I could feel it echo in my chest. I knew, for better or for worse, I wasn’t really free of Aspen, not yet. Maybe not ever. I opened the backpack, put in my jar, and sealed it all away. May snuck into my room, and I took one of those stupid pills. I fell asleep holding her, finally feeling numb. CHAPTER 7 THE NEXT MORNING, I DRESSED myself in the uniform of the Selected: black pants, white shirt, and my province flower—a lily—in my hair. My shoes I got to pick. I chose worn-out red flats. I figured I should make it clear from the start that I wasn’t princess material. We were set to leave for the square shortly. Each of the Selected was getting a send-off in her home province today, and I wasn’t looking forward to mine. All those people staring while I did nothing more than stand there. The whole thing already felt ridiculous, as I had to be driven the two short miles for security reasons. The day began uncomfortably. Kenna came with James to send me off, which was kind of her, considering she was pregnant and tired. Kota came by, too, though his presence added more tension than ease. As we walked from our house to the car we’d been provided, Kota was by far the slowest, letting the few photographers and well-wishers who were there get a good look at him. Dad just shook his head. May was my only solace. She held my hand and tried to inject some of her enthusiasm into me. We were still linked when I stepped into the crowded square. It seemed like everyone in the province of Carolina came out to see me off. Or just see what the big deal was. Standing on the raised stage, I could see the boundaries between the castes. Margareta Stines was a Three, and she and her parents were staring daggers at me. Tenile Digger was a Seven, and she was blowing kisses. The upper castes looked at me like I’d stolen something that was theirs. The Fours on down were cheering for me—an average girl who’d been elevated. I became aware of what I meant to everyone here, as if I represented something for all of them. I tried to focus in on those faces, holding my head high. I was determined to do this well. I would be the best of us, the Highest of the Lows. It gave me a sense of purpose. America Singer: the champion of the lower castes. The mayor spoke with a flourish. “And Carolina will be cheering on the beautiful daughter of Magda and Shalom Singer, the new Lady America Singer!” The crowd clapped and cheered. Some threw flowers. I took in the sound for a moment, smiling and waving, and then went back to surveying the crowd, but this time for a different purpose. I wanted to see his face one more time if I could. I didn’t know if he would come. He told me I looked beautiful yesterday but was even more distant and guarded than he had been in the tree house. It was over, and I knew that. But you don’t love someone for almost two years and then turn it off overnight. It took a few passes of the crowd before I found him. I immediately wished I hadn’t. Aspen was standing there with Brenna Butler in front of him, casually holding her around the waist and smiling. Maybe some people could turn it off overnight. Brenna was a Six and about my age. Pretty enough, I supposed, though she didn’t look a bit like me. I guessed she’d get the wedding and life he’d been saving for with me. And apparently the draft didn’t bother him so much anymore. She smiled at him and walked away to her family. Had he liked her all along? Was she the girl he saw every day and was I the girl who fed him and showered him with kisses once a week? It occurred to me that maybe all the time he omitted in our stolen conversations wasn’t simply long, boring hours of inventory. I was too angry to cry. Besides, I had admirers here who wanted my attention. So, without Aspen even knowing that I’d seen him, I went back to those adoring faces. I put my smile back on, bigger than ever, and started waving. Aspen would not have the satisfaction of breaking my heart anymore. He’d put me here, and I would just have to take advantage of it. “Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in sending off America Singer, our favorite Daughter of Illéa!” the mayor called. Behind me, a small band played the national anthem. More cheers, more flowers. Suddenly the mayor was at my ear. “Would you like to say something, dear?” I didn’t know how to say no without being rude. “Thank you, but I’m so overwhelmed, I don’t think I could.” He cupped my hands in his. “Of course, dear girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of everything. They’ll train you for this kind of thing at the palace. You’ll need it.” The mayor then told the gathered crowd of my attributes, slyly mentioning that I was very intelligent and attractive for a Five. He didn’t seem too bad a guy, but sometimes even the nicer members of the upper castes were condescending. I caught Aspen’s face once more as my eyes swept the crowd. He looked pained. It was the polar opposite of the face he’d worn with Brenna a few minutes ago. Another game? I broke my gaze. The mayor finished speaking, and I smiled and everyone cheered, as if he’d just given the most inspiring speech known to man. And suddenly it was time to say good-bye. Mitsy, my aide, told me to say my farewells quietly and briefly, and then she’d escort me back to the car that would take me to the airport. Kota hugged me, telling me he was proud of me. Then, not so subtly, he told me to mention his art to Prince Maxon. I wiggled out of that embrace as gracefully as I could. Kenna was crying. “I barely see you as it is. What will I do when you’re gone?” she cried. “Don’t worry. I’ll be home soon enough.” “Yeah, right! You’re the most beautiful girl in Illéa. He’ll love you!” Why did everyone think it all came down to beauty? Maybe it did. Maybe Prince Maxon didn’t need a wife to speak to, just someone to look pretty. I actually shivered, considering that as my future. But there were many girls much more attractive than me going. Kenna was hard to hug over her pregnant belly, but we managed. James, who I really didn’t know that well, hugged me, too. Then it was Gerad. “Be a good boy, okay? Try the piano. I’ll bet you’re amazing. I expect to hear it all when I come home.” Gerad just nodded, abruptly sad. He threw his tiny arms around me. “I love you, America.” “I love you, too. Don’t be sad. I’ll be home soon.” He nodded again, but crossed his arms to pout. I’d had no idea he’d take my leaving this way. It was the exact opposite of May. She was bouncing on her toes, absolutely giddy. “Oh, America, you’re going to be the princess! I know it!” “Oh, hush! I’d rather be an Eight and stay with you any day. Just be good for me, and work hard.” She nodded and bounced some more, and then it was time for Dad, who was close to tears. “Daddy! Don’t cry.” I fell into his arms. “Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.” “Oh, Daddy.” I finally started to cry. That was all it took to unleash the fear, the sadness, the worry, the nerves—the one sentence that meant none of it mattered. If I came back used and unwanted, he’d still be proud of me. It was too much to bear, to be loved that much. I’d be surrounded by scores of guards at the palace, but I couldn’t imagine a place safer than my father’s arms. I pulled away and turned to hug Mom. “Do whatever they tell you. Try to stop sulking and be happy. Behave. Smile. Keep us posted. Oh! I just knew you’d turn out to be special.” It was meant to be sweet, but it wasn’t what I needed to hear. I wished she could have said that I was already something special to her, like I was to my father. But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that’s what mothers did. “Lady America, are you ready?” Mitsy asked. My face was away from the crowd, and I quickly wiped away my tears. “Yes. All ready.” My bag was waiting in the shiny white car. This was it. I started to walk to the edge of the stage to the stairs. “Mer!” I turned. I’d know that voice anywhere. “America!” I searched and found Aspen’s flailing arms. He was pushing the crowd aside, people protesting at his not-so-gentle shoves. Our eyes met. He stopped and stared. I couldn’t read his face. Worry? Regret? Whatever it was, it was too late. I shook my head. I was done with Aspen’s games. “This way, Lady America,” Mitsy instructed from the bottom of the stairs. I gave myself a quick second to absorb my new name. “Good-bye, sweetheart,” my mother called. And I was led away. CHAPTER 8 I WAS THE FIRST ONE to the airport, and I was beyond terrified. The giddy excitement of the crowd had faded, and now I was faced with the horrific experience of flying. I would be traveling with three other Selected girls, and I tried to get control of my nerves. I really didn’t want to have a panic attack in front of them. I’d already memorized the names, faces, and castes of all the Selected. It started as a therapeutic exercise, something to calm me down. I did the same thing with memorizing scales and bits of trivia. Originally, I had been looking for friendly faces, girls I might want to spend time with while I was there. I’d never really had a friend. I’d spent most of my childhood playing with Kenna and Kota. Mom did all my schooling, and she was the only person I worked with. When the older siblings moved on, I dedicated myself to May and Gerad. And Aspen… But Aspen and