I was soooo nervous. I mean, yeah, I was getting married to Maxon, but what about all the things that could go wrong. I could trip. I could break the ring before putting it on. Someone could object. Rebels could attack. There were too many what ifs and I didn't know what to do. So I let my maids completely take over. I had a blindfold on so that I couldn't see my wedding dress, and right now Mary, Anne, and Lucy were putting finishing touches on, telling me to raise my arm here, or lift my foot there. "Aren't you girls done yet?" I asked, with obvious frustration in my voice. Lucy giggled.
"Take off your blindfold, Lady America!" I ripped it off and gasped. I looked like, well, a princess. The gown was classic white, but when the light hit it in a certain way it shimmered. I had asked my maids not to go too over the top, and they had found the perfect balance between simple and gauzy. There was a swirly pattern on the skirt made by diamonds being sewn in. The top was a classic strapless white bodice with a sweetheart neckline. It was gorgeous. My maids had curled my hair to perfection and used diamond studded pins to pin it up. My makeup was white shimmery eye shadow with a light, coral colored lipstick. I loved everything about how I looked. I walked down to the great room and got into place. Someone yelled,
"ROYAL WEDDING IN TEN MINUTES, EVERYONE IN PLACE! DO I HAVE MY BRIDESMAIDS OVER HERE READY?" He checked and made sure that May, Celia, and Camber were in place. They were dressed in matching strapless, knee length coral dresses with coral colored rose bouquets. He also checked on Marlee, who was dressed in a similar coral dress, but with a floor length skirt and white flowers. The man started to yell again, "WHERE ARE MY FLOWER GIRLS?" The flower girls were in place too, also dressed in coral dresses but with quarter length sleeves. I had chosen a couple of little girls from Carolina to be my flower girls. Everyone was in place. Someone had already checked all of the groomsmen, so everyone was here. The music started to play. Here was my cue, I gulped and took a step forward. There was no arm to hold onto since my father was dead and no one could replace him. I reached the altar and stepped up, Maxon holding out his hand and me gladly accepting the help. The wedding seemed to go by in a flash. Before I knew it I was back in my room with my maids, getting into an evening gown for dinner. The evening gown was deep purple and shimmered in the light. I was eating my roast beef when we first heard the screams. I immediately got up and ran to where they were coming from. A group of mothers were the ones screaming. Rebels had broken in and grabbed my flower girls. The rebels had guns and were telling the mothers that if they moved to try and save their kids, the children would suffer the consequences. I didn't know what to do, we had to save the girls. The rebels obviously wanted them so that they had a trade, girls for information. What would rebels want more than a couple of fives from Carolina? The answer scared me to death but I had to try.
"Let them go!" I commanded, I took a deep breath, "take me instead."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if this chapter is a little too short for your liking, I just HAD to leave you guys at a cliffhanger! :) Sorry! I have the next chapter written, but I will only publish it if I get a couple of review, so if you want to know what happens to America, ya gotta review (I know, I'm so cruel) :) Love y'all Bye!