Chapter 1 – Walking Down the Aisle
Point of View: America Singer, soon to be America Screave.
The Selection Series belongs to Kierra Cass.
Maxon and I have been working on keeping our special day safe for several months. The rebels have made us quite nervous. As I stare into the rising sun out my frost covered window, my main maids, Lucy and Mary walked in. They noticed my mood and quickly walked to my closet, bringing out the dress I've memorized. I know every seam and button because of the many times I've looked at it, felt it worn it. My knees seem to buckle as I think of walking down the aisle towards the only man I want to love. Although, I want to see him this morning, he can't lay an eye on me until the wedding, according to my maids. Lucy calls as I hear water start to pour in the bathroom, "Lady America, your bath is ready."I get off my bed and my stomach flips over. I can't believe how nervous I am. My maids are working on sorting my make-up to fit my dress. I've already told them to keep it simple. Anything else just wouldn't be me. I lock the door knowing Maxon likes to break the rules. I refuse to let him see me undressed until we were married. Although, he is the king so he can order my maids around; but as for me, not a chance. As I bathe, one thing that comes to mind is being Queen. Could I do it? Could I possibly be the queen Maxon needs? I order myself to stop because I couldn't possibly live without him. I'll have to learn to be the queen he needs to support him. I hear my maids giggle and I know Maxon has broken our rules once again. I yell, "Maxon you know you can't see me until later!" He says enthusiastically, "I know my dear, which is why I have blindfolded myself!" I hear a thud beside the door and know what he says is true. "Careful, you wouldn't want to bruise your face on the big day", I chuckle. "I bring news we have hoped for my love," he exclaimed. I raise myself out of the water, and dry myself, exited. I am getting dressed when he says, "Our security is on high alert and we see nothing suspicious." We had lied about our wedding day, telling the public it was later this month, so the rebels wouldn't have time to plan. I walk out of the wash room quietly sneaking up on him from behind. I yell "boo!" He jumps and turns around to grab me, but him blindness keeps him from seeing I'm already half way across the room. I tell him he needs to get ready, or he will look like a slob for our most important day. When he walks out with some help from a chuckling guard, my maids get to work on me.
Time-lapse: 3 hours
I look at my reflection in the huge mirror opposite the exit to the aisle. My sister, May, walks up looking confused. I ask, "What's wrong? Are you alright, May?" She replies, "Yes, but I can't imagine how nervous you are." I wouldn't have ever thought May would have been nervous to be the center of attention a year ago. She has changed quite dramatically ever since The Selection ended. I hear her ask, "Ames? Will you and Max give me someone to play with? Like mom did with Gerad. But a girl?" I felt blood rush to my cheeks. "I'm sure Maxon will not let it slip my mind. Why don't you ask him?" She agreed and left to go and tame Astra's hair. Silvia waves at me to walk toward her. I do as she asks. She says, "Five minutes until you start walking." I nod and walk to my position behind Marlee and Nicoletta. I chatted with Marlee about how to keep my nerves under control. She had already experienced her wedding, but not in front of a whole country. May, Gerad, and Kenna started walking and my stomach dropped. We were starting. I could hear the faint tune of my favorite song from back when I was a five. Everyone stood after Marlee and her husband's entrance. Then, I found it was my turn to move forward. Everyone's eyes were on me. I concentrated on the one face this event was all about. He looked right back at me without hesitation. I feel like I could feel Kriss and her longing for Maxon's love. She was with the rest of the selected in one of the front rows. As I neared the end I felt a million eyes on us as we held hands. We knelt for the crowns to be placed and I squeezed Maxon's hand to show that I was there. Forever and always. We both said "I do." And that made me the happiest woman in the world. To know that Maxon was mine and I was his. We walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, taking in the cheers of our friends, family, and royal guests. He knew it was the unkingly thing to do, but he scooped me up and carried me to the royal flagged car on to our reception.
Chapter 2 coming soon…