Logan Schreave's P.O.V.
It was finally going to happen. My selection was going to start in mere days. The neves race through my body every second of the day. For the past few days there have been none stop meetings, but I have not been paying any attention. My mind swirls at the thought of finding my future bride. What if I can't find someone to love? What if all the girls hate me and think that I'm a dork? What if I totally embarrass myself?
"Logan!" my father says.
"Hmm?" I respond.
"Well, what do you think of Mr. Marnic's proposal?" my dad asks. Crap, I haven't been listening. I bet he knows that I haven't had a clue what has happened in the last hour. He just wants to embarrass me and have a good laugh.
"I think that it is a very good idea Mr. Marnic," I say, hoping that it was and father doesn't try and make a fool out of me.
"Logan, do you think we should implement this?" dad asks with a slight chuckle in his voice. I look around and see that all the other advisers are smiling too.
"What's so funny?" I say a little to loudly. That automatically shuts up the advisors but dad is laughing more and more every second. Next to him my mom chuckles, but tries to hid it.
"Maxon, just tell him," mom pleas.
"Fine, fine," he responds, "we got a bit sidetracked and started talking about the basketball game that is on tonight. You're off there daydreaming, so I thought I could get a good laugh in and see what you are actually thinking about."
"Very funny Dad," I say.
"Sweetheart, why don' you go and take the rest of the day off. You don't seem very interested in this anyway," my mom says in a loving tone.
"Ok," respond. "Goodbye everyone," I finish saying and get up to leave.
Once I am outside that wretched conference room I walk to my bedroom and plot on my bed. For the rest of the day my mind ponders through everything. Everything that I could do wrong, what the girls will be like, what kind of girl I would like. I drift off the sleep forgetting about dinner.
Isabellas P.O.V.
"I said for like the millionth time, I don't want to enter the selection," I say and hope my mom will just let it go.
"Know Bella, you just have to turn in an application, it's not like your'e going to be chosen, just do it for me. Please," my mom responds, and I knew she would somehow make me do this anyways, so why not.
"Fine!" I say, trying to sound annoyed. Mom's eyes light up as she grows a smile as long as the world.
Over the next few days, I fill out the application and my mom sends it in. Know we'll just have to wait for the report of Friday to see if I'm chosen. Millions of girls across the country entered this thing. I'm not going to get picked. Right? I think I might die if I am picked. Having to leave my family and friends to go to a stupid ass palace seems like death. I just hope that I am not, I repeat not, picked.
Logan's P.O.V.
The report is tonight. My emotions are getting the best of me and everyone can tell. My dad has been trying to give me advice from his selection. A few days ago we had a really awkward conversation on it. He had told me of all the stupid things mom did when she arrived. Kneeing him in the crotch sounds like the funniest thing ever. He keeps telling me to not worry about what I think, but to go to whomever my heart desires. Great advice dad. Really, that is so going to get me through the next months. Literally, he is the worst advice giver ever.
I race down to the studio room where the reports take place. I know that I'm a little late. When I walk in my mother is glaring at me.
"Logan Schreave, where have you been?" she asks in that harsh mom voice.
"Ummm, sorry," I respond an head over to my seat. Kenzie is already sitting down and coloring, what I guess could be good for a four year old, but looked like a dead baboon. She's laughing from my encounter with mom.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"Nothing," she responds in her cute little voice while giggling a little. I glare at her for a second.
"Places everyone," Sylvia announces. My parents walk over to us and sit down.
"In five, four, three, two, one," one of the crew shouts and were live. Gravil is the first to speak. Even though he is pretty old, his excited personalty covers it.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We have an exciting report for you tonight. Our very own Prince Logan and the country will see the 35 girls who will be in his selection." Everyone claps and I smile, trying to hid the neves that race through my body. "But first," Gravil continues, "King Maxon has some announcements for you." Dad says his stuff but I'm to preoccupied with my on thoughts to care.
"Thank you," I hear my father say and he steps down from the podium.
"This is it, the moment the world has been waiting for, the announcement of the selection," Gravil almost shouts.
It goes through so quick, I can barely get more than a glance at the girls. After the first few, a feel a little warm hand come on top of mine and I look over for a second. Mackenzie always can see through my shell, and she knows how nervous I am. She smiles at me, a at that moment, I know everything will be alright. I look back at the screen just as the most beautiful girl pops up.
"Isabella Ockne," Gravil says and the screen flashes to the next girl. I enjoy the rest of the night, but the image of that girl keeps popping up in my head. I can't wait to meet her.
