Chapter 2:
Eve's POV
I was working that night. Playing the piano for a family of 2s. They were so sure that their daughter would be picked. But, they were wrong, like the arrogant always are.
Whenever the announcements came on, I was playing softly in the background. A soft melody filled with suddle happiness. Taylor was sitting quietly and stoicly on the couch in front of the TV. "Shut up, Eve! I can't hear my nAME!" Taylor Godfrey yells at me.
And that't when the names were called out. One by one, pretty girl after pretty girl. None from our province, even though I'm glad some 4s made it into the mix. And I know I shouldn't but I still have a little hope in my heart that I might be picked. And by the 33rd girl or so, I wasn't up there. I turn back to picking the music that might be appropriate and that's when I hear, "EVE ADDAMS!" The 35th girl to be called on. Who would've thought that?
Oh no... I look to the Godfreys. First, Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey who are both staring in confusion. Second, Jackson Godfrey, who just looks dumbfounded. And finally Taylor, shooting daggers into my eyes. Frankly, I thought she was trying to kill me telepathically.
"Um... Would you like me to play something?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.
"No, Eve. You need to go celebrate with your family at this time," Mr. Godfrey recommended.
"Thank you, sir," I say gratefully. Breezing past them toward the front door-to home.
Whenever I arrive, my father is already out the door, hugging me. "Oh, Cupcake, I always knew you were special." Thanks, Dad. I wan to say, but I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears if uttered a single syllable. His dark eyes find mine,"I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks," I blush. I'm not used to so many compliments. Only whenever I play the piano.
"Evey! Evey! Good dob! Good dob! You a pincess!" My younger sister, Eden screams as she waddles down the porch steps in her fairy wings that I made for her 5th birthday.
"And if I win. You'll be a fairy princess!" I say happily as she giggles.
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Isabelle's POV
I was sitting by my brother, Max, when it happened. My name heard by a whole country, heard by a royal family, and heard for me. I was a candidate for Prince Shalom's wife, and the country of Illea's Queen. Screaming, I say, "Max! Max! Look at that! Look! I was... I'm picked to be in the seLECTION!"
"I know. I heard that. I also saw your ugly face on the screen," he says uncaringly.
"I'm going to ignore that coment because I am super happy!"
I wish my parents were here to see this, but I know they already know I'm on of the Selected. They are part of the King's special service, in fact my father is the head of the committee of seemingly ordinary people. That's why I love my parent's jobs. Nobody knows about the KSS except the King's close advisors and close family and friends of the commitee.
And with that I start packing my bags immediatly
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Clary's POV
No. My stomach drops. No, no, no!
A few months ago I would have loved to be Selected, but... I can't
"Congrats," Dad says with a proud smile. And I try to smile back, but it's physically impossible.
"Baby, you did wonderful!" my mother says. "I'm so proud of you." She kisses my forehead.
"Thank you," I say holding back the tears. "I'll go pack now..."
I run to my small, orange room at the end of the hall. Where I close the door and collapse against it and start to cry.
After 10 or so minutes, I hear a tap on my window. I look up to see Simon and his big brown eyes staring at me sadly. I go to stand in front of the window. As I open the latch and pull the frame up, he climbs in.
"Hey," he pulls me into his arms."It's going to be okay. I promise," he croons.
"How do you know? They adon't know. Your parents don't know. No one knows that we are supposed to be married in a few days. No one knows how much I love you..." I say while my voice is muffled by his tshirt.
"I know how much you love me and you know how much I love you and that's all we need right now," he smiles to me.
"And me to be available..."
"Uh-uh. Don't you get sappy on me. And besides you probably won't be there long," he nonchalantly says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I am now on the defewnsive and I start moving away from him.
He has the audacity to look hurt. "I..I...um...It means you'll maybe leave early..."
I stare at him shocked. Does he mean that I will leave on my own, or that the Prince will send me away? Am I not good enough for a Prince, but I'm apparently good for ol' Simon Friend? Aren't I? Or am I not even good enough for Simon? Am I just a side girl to him?! I speak some of this aloud, leaving out the part about being a side girl. I don't think I could be able to take that peice of information.
"Do you want to be there?" he asks frightened.
"No, but I do believe that I at least have a chance to win that man's heart!" What am I doing? I'm driving Simon away. I have to stop, but I can't take backthose hurtful words.
"So you want to be witha snoody prince than with me?" Simon snarls.
"Maybe so!" No, Simon. I don't. I will always want to be with you. I want to say this, but I can't.
"If you think that, then SO BE IT!" he whisper-yells. We don't want my parents to know about our ending "affair".
"Fine," I retort.
"Fine. Have your prince!" And he jumps out the window.
I stare at the space that used to hold him. No Simon. I try to manifest him inside my mind, even if it doesn't work after the first few minutes. He just won't come.
I slam the window shut. And crawl into my bed to cry myself asleep.
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Eve's POV
There have been a million people here this week. Tailors, photographers, journalists, and even nutritionists. And they are all here to see me. I've never bee someone to that gets noticed. I'm not exceptionally pretty, smart, or kind. Of course I've been told I'm the best pianist in the town, but that doesn't count. Because nearly no one here plays the piano.
I've only ever been the girl with the title. Not the real me. Never the real me. I know that this is coming from someone who wants to be a princess. But I want to be a princess because I want to help my country not for the money or the crown. And I don't think I would still be there if the Prince is a snobmonkey. I think I will get to know him first before I change the world.
It's been a whole week since I've been Selected. And right now I'm starting to regret it. I've been surrounded by cameras pushing me onto the ramp of the plane. I barely even got to say goodbye to my family before I left.
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Isabelle's POV
"Mom!" I run to hug her."Thank you so much for coming here!" I feel tears run down my cheek.
"Hey Honey. Dry up those tears," she says hugging me. "You'll ruin your mascarra. And you want to look pretty for your future husband." And I know this is an order so I clean myself up.
"Yes, ma'am."
"I want to make sure you got on the plane safely. And your father couldn't be here, but you might meet him at the Angeles," she says giving her signature wink. "Good luck!"
"Don't need it, Mom!"
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Clary's POV
I haven't seen Simon since the big fight. ANd he's not here to see me off. Even though the whole town is here. I didn't think he was that mad. This could be the last time I see him.
I say goodbye to Mom and Dad and start walking up the steep ramp.
Step.
Step.
Step. He's not here.
Step. He's not going to show up.
Step. He hates me.
Step.
Step. "I love you, Simon," I whisper as I take the last step to meeting the future King of Illea.
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