AN:

So this is my first stroy so please don't hate me and review if you want me to update! All rights to Kiera Cass!

Glenn's POV

I like to look at The Selection as my outlook into the rest of Illéa. As appealing as 35 girls sounds, I like to study how they act more than how much I like them. And as much as it sounds kind of creepy, it's not! I've only been outside of this castle to go to other countries, not ever my own.

1 girl from nearly every province, I can meet every province! Regardless of Caste, it'll be cool to see them all.

It's nearly 11 at night, and the girls have already arrived.

I'm walking down the hallway when I see a little flash of blue turning the corner. I'm about to turn the same corner when I run into someone.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" they say. "Are you alright? Oh! You're Highness!" she says and curties.

"Oh no you're fine!" I say laughing. "And please, just call me Glenn!"

"Oh, alright, I'm Alaina."

"Nice to meet you Lady Alaina."

"Please, just Alaina is just fine."

"Alright Alaina. Might I ask you what you are doing up so late?"

"I could ask the same for you."

"I asked first," I say, teasingly.

"Alright, well, I was off on a hunt for some food."

"Food? Didn't you guys have dinner?"

"Well, yes, but I have quite the appetite," She laughs.

"I see!" I say laughing back. "Well did you get any food?"

She laughs and then shows me her hands, a breadstick in each. I laugh and then look her over. She's wearing a blue dress, the flash of blue I saw before. She's also fairly small. Darker skin and very dark brown hair that lightens towards the end. She beautiful chocolate eyes. Like my father's. She looks familiar.

"Well you still haven't answered me, Glenn," she snaps me out of my daze.

"Ah, well I was just going to make sure that every girl is alright when I literally ran into you." I reply.

"Sorry about that," Alaina laughs. "But I just realized that this is the wrong hallway!"

"So it is! May I escort you to your room then?"

"I suppose I have no choice," she sighs sarcastically.

On our way to the Selected rooms, someone calls out.

"Alaina?" my aunt Marlee says.

Alaina looks over. "Mrs. Marlee?"

"What are you doing here if Anton sees you-" Marlee starts but then sees me. "Glenn! Hey, do you mind if I borrow Alaina for a moment?"

"By all means, but be quick, it's late," I reply.

Marlee nods and takes Alaina into a hallway. I get close enough to hear but not be seen.

"Anton will kill you if he sees you here! You have to leave!" Aunt Marlee whisper yells.

"I can't!" Alaina whisper yells back.

"Why?"

"I'm a part of The Selection now!"

"Alaina, if Anton sees you-"

I step in when I can hear the fear in Aunt Marlee's voice and can see the fear in Alaina's eyes.

"Who's Anton?" I ask. Alaina scowls t Aunt Marlee.

"No one," Aunt Marlee says.

"Then why are you both so afraid of him?" I ask.

"It's no big deal, I'm going to go to bed, goodnight your Highness, Mrs. Marlee," Alaina says as she walks away, her breadsticks in Marlee's hands.

I give Aunt Marlee a questioning look but walk after Alaina when I see my aunt's scowl.

I walk around the corner and see Alaina, with the head chef...Anton.