I don't personally love Kriss but I think everyone needs a happy ending. Poor Kriss was like a love sick puppy to me sometimes.
I stare down at my dress with a heavy heart. Not even this beautiful purple sequin dress or my lightly curled brown hair can cheer me up completely.
Today is the wedding.
Not my wedding with Maxon but America's wedding. We all pretty much knew Maxon was always going to pick America but I had hope. I always had hope Maxon would notice me and give me his full attention but I know America was holding him back. He loves her with everything he has and I think she finally realized she loves him too.
But I must say I think America will be the best Queen Illea has ever has in centuries. She thinks from a lower casts point of view and she cares about everyone and anyone. She is a true queen born from nothing.
I over heard Maxon and America already talking about removing the cast system and I think it will benefit the Kingdom along with all it's people. Removing the system will give everyone a chance to be anything they want. Musicians can be teachers, Maids can be lawyers.
We can marry whoever we want. If its a sever or a two, we can fall in love with secrecy and rules.
We can be anything we want. We can be free.
I soft callused hand is placed on my shoulder drawing my attention back to the present away from the future. My head turns to the fiery red head with a soft smile.
"Kriss are you alright." America asked and I smile back. I know she is happy and I know Maxon will be happier with her.
"I'm alright America. Shouldn't you be getting ready." I ask her and she looks back with a sigh. I can hear from the other room two people fussing around.
"Mom and Kenna are fussing around about the dress trying to make everything perfect. They aren't helping with my nerves." She explains and I smile. I have met the other Singer woman a few times and I can just imagine how chaotic that room is at the moment.
"I can imagine." I replay with a smile.
"America where on earth are you we you are wasting precious time." Yells who I think is Mrs Singer and America pulls a grim face.
"Yeah, I'm the one wasting time." She says sarcastically and yells she'll be a minute. America looks at me and then sighs a heavy breath.
"Kriss, I don't know how to say this but I'm sorry we can't both have a Maxon in our lives. Kriss please just remember that Maxon isn't the only man in this world and there is someone out there for you. Probably waiting." She says and all I can think about is that she already sounds like a wise Queen.
"Don't worry about me. I'll find someone one day." I say and her face immediately lights a little. There's another yells from the room for America and she slouches.
"Poor maids are probably terrified to death." She mutters and gives me a quick goodbye mutter and wave.
I sit in my assigned seat along with everyone who is anyone in the huge chapel close to the palace. The whole place is decorated with soft easing colors of blues and whites. I know America did all the planning because she would go with simple instead of extravagant.
A body plops down next to me and I have no idea who this new person is. He has brownish hair with a bit of a red glow and some light brown eyes. I stare at him while he looks down at his hands. He looks familiar but I can't place my finger on it.
He looks like Mr Singer I realize.
He must be America's older brother. I think his name was Kota.
He realizes I'm staring at him and turns his head to my but I quickly look away hiding my blush from being caught staring at him.
"Your one of America's friends right." He says and I turns my head to him nodding slightly. He smiles a little and I smile back.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Kota and you." He asks extending his hand. I take it and my hand immediately feels so small in his.
"Kriss." I reply with a hand shake and a smile.
The wedding is over and now we are all around in the palace gardens. Some are dancing, eating, socializing. Some of the kids are even running around in the gardens chasing each other. The sight makes me smile. You would think the newly crowned King and Queen of Illea would have an extravagant party in the main hall of the palace with only royalty but no this is just Maxon and America. To them there is no royal tittle to their names right now.
America talks freely to Nicoletta without using any tittles and it really seems like the Princess of Italy doesn't mind at all. Silvia would have a heart attack if she heard America addressing the Princess in such a way but luckily Silvia is off in the corner talking to some guard.
Suddenly there's a shadow over me and I see its America's brother Kota again. He smiles at me and I smile back. He was very sweet and talkative during the wedding.
"Lady Kriss." He says taking my hand and pressing his lips to my knuckle. My cheeks tint red and I smile shyly.
"You don't have to say Lady before my name you can just call me Kriss." I tell him as he drops my hand that falls numbly against my side. His brown eyes examine me and he gives a nod.
"Well Kriss would you do me the favor of being my first dance of the night and hopefully my last." He asks and my eyes widen a little in surprise. That's very bold of him. He slumps a little when I don't answer.
"Its alright you don't-" I quickly interpret him by grabbing his hand.
"I would love to dance with you Kota." I say with a shy smile and his face lights up with a grin.
Is it just me or does Kriss and Kota both have brown hair?
Netanya