Chapter 1
"Miss Foster, your friends are here to see you." Mr. Forkles voice bounced around Sophie's empty room, yanking her out of her stupor. It had been only minutes since those screens had been held up, the word UNMATCHABLE printed across them in big, red letters. She had changed out of her teal dress, throwing it across the floor, tears streaming down her face. She now wore a plain, brown tunic, with plain, brown pants, and a plain, brown belt. She swore to herself that she would never wear anything fancy again, or red, or teal. Maybe not teal, she thought, then looked over at the crumpled dress. She shook her head, fresh tears streaming down her face. "Miss Foster," Mr. Forkle said, sounding worried, "their waiting for you." Sophie shook her head. How could she go downstairs, to her friends, and face Fitz. Fitz, and his beautiful teal eyes. How foolish she was, thinking that things would work out and that she'd be with perfect Fitz Vacker. "Mr. Vacker isn't here." he said, like he was reading her mind maybe he was, Sophie thought. She wouldn't put it past him. She sighed and slowly, painfully got herself out of bed. "I guess I'll go…" she groaned dragging the last word out into a moan.
A/N I know that "groan" and "moan" are basically the same word and it sounds kinda weird (or is it just me?) so… yeah, I'll shut up now. Bye!
She walked downstairs and found Biana, Linh, Keefe, Marella, and all of their bodyguards standing anxiously at the bottom. Biana spoke first, "Sophie, I'm so sorry."