Hoping for Love

Chapter 21

I do not own the Selection

Lady West

I sighed and put my pencil down. My hand ached from writing for so long. I rubbed my hand. I heard a knock at the door, and I got up to open it.

"Hello Lady West," Prince Logan smiled. He bowed. "I was wondering if you would like to join me for a movie?"

I was shocked. "Of course," I smiled. "Let me change first."

"What you're wearing is fine," Logan replied. I looked down at what I was wearing. I was wearing a floor length, strapless dress that started out white but faded into red towards the bottom. I had on silver flats and the same key necklace I always wore. I had on little makeup, and my blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun.

I shrugged, "Okay." Logan led me down the stairs and past the room set up for the Report.

The movie theatre was huge, with a flat screen TV and red velvet seats. A large popcorn machine was in the corner, which was already filled with popcorn.

"Where would you like to sit?" Logan politely asked, after grabbing two large bags of popcorn. I led him to the back of the room, where we could see the entire screen without craning our neck up for the entire movie.

"Good choice," Logan smiled, as we sat down with our popcorn. "Now what would you like to watch?"

Logan spread out the DVD's. I picked Forrest Gump, a movie I saw a long time ago with my brother

"Oh that's one of my favorites!" Logan exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Me too," I smiled. Logan put in the DVD and the movie started.

About an hour into the movie, I felt something hit me in my lap. I looked down to see a kernel of popcorn.

"It was an accident," Logan said after I glared at him.

"Really?" I asked, throwing a piece of popcorn at his face. He looked at me, his face filled with hurt. I knew he was pretending.

"Oh come on," I rolled my eyes and threw another piece at him. Logan grabbed a handful and threw it back at me. It quickly escalated into a food fight. Flashes of yellow passed before my eyes. We laughed as we threw pieces of popcorn at each other. We completely forgot about the movie.

Finally we were out of popcorn. The movie had already ended without us even realizing it. We leaned back in our seats.

"Well that was fun," Logan said, as we glanced around the room. The floor and the seats were covered with the yellow kernels.

"It was," I agreed. "We should do it again." Logan laughed.

"Well, it's pretty late now, we should probably go back," Logan said.

"What about all of this?" I asked, indicating the mess we had created.

"I'll get someone to clean it up," Logan replied. He took my hand and led me back to my room.

"Thank you, I had a lot of fun," I said as we arrived at my door.

"It was my pleasure," Logan bent down to kiss my hands. I blushed. "Good night," he said.

"Good night," I replied and opened my door. I quickly changed into my pajamas and slid into bed, thinking about the best date I ever had.

Lady Chanda

"1...2...3...War!" Circe and I slapped our cards down on the table. I smiled, and took all the cards.

"Oh come on," Circe groaned. "I was winning just a minute ago." I laughed in return.

Just then, a maid walked over to me and curtsied. She handed me a cream colored letter with the palace logo in gold on top. "Thank you," I smiled and took the letter, wondering what it could be for. I opened the letter, careful not to rip the crisp envelope. I took out the not.

Lady Chanda,

Your presence is requested in the gardens at 3:00 pm.

See you soon,

Logan

Circe, who was reading over my shoulder, squealed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're going on a date with the prince," she said in a sing song voice. "Aren't you excited?"

"I guess so," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't really know him at all though."

"Well, now's your chance," Circe replied. "Now go, it's already past 2." I checked the clock before getting up and leaving the room.

"Have fun," Circe called from behind me. I looked back and smiled.

After navigating through the endless corridors, I finally made my way to my room and opened the door. All three of my maids were there, polishing the already spotless room.

"What's up?" Meera, my head maid asked. We had become best friends since we met each other. I handed her the letter.

"Finally!" Meera exclaimed. She dropped the letter and started to panic. "We don't have much time left. We have to get moving!"

After half an hour, I was finally ready. Although I typically wore Pakistani clothing, I agreed to let my maids put me in a dress. I felt slightly uncomfortable. The dress was a deep red color, and floor length. The sleeves went a little past my elbows. I had to admit, it was a nice dress. I had on minimal makeup, and gold heels. Around my neck was my grandmother's locket, which I wore every day.

"You look so pretty!" Meera squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I smiled at her.

"Thank you so much," I went over to hug them.

"Now go, have fun," Vidya said. I nodded and set off towards the garden.

Logan was sitting on the edge of a fountain, wearing a gray suit. I sat next to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped and turned around to look at me before smiling. "You look great," he said.

I blushed, "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself. Although do you ever wear anything besides suits?"

"I wish," he sighed. "By order of the King, I have to." I gave him a sympathetic glance.

"So what would you like to do?" He asked.

I thought about it for a moment, "How about we cook something?"

Logan's eyes grew panicked. "Uh uh, no way. I suck at cooking."

I laughed, "All the more reason to try."

Logan sighed, "Okay, fine. This is what I get for letting you choose."

I smiled, "Let's go then."

"Okay, but there's one catch," Logan grinned mischievously. "What are you bad at?"

"Dancing," I said, the word flowing out of my mouth before I could stop it. I groaned inwardly.

"Okay then, after we cook something, I am going to teach you how to dance."

"Not happening," I replied. I really was terrible at dancing.

"Well then, no deal," Logan smiled victoriously.

"Alright, I changed my mind, I'll do it," I said.

"Sounds good, race you to the kitchen!" Logan said as he took off running. I followed behind him, desperate to beat him.

When I arrived at the kitchen, Logan was already there, drinking a glass of water.

"That...was...completely...unfair," I complained, taking deep breaths in between the words. "I'm wearing heels, you're not."

"I still beat you by 2 minutes though," Logan said.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "What do you want to make?"

"Chocolate cake," Logan replied. "That sounds easy enough."

"Okay," I agreed, looking forward to seeing how bad Logan was at cooking. "You start with the frosting, and I'll make the cake batter. Let me find a recipe." I searched through the cabinets.

I handed Logan the frosting recipe and set to work on the batter. I was just adding the eggs when I heard the sound of the mixer. I turned around to see how Logan was doing and my jaw dropped.

Chocolate frosting was everywhere, on the walls, the cabinets, the counter, and on Logan himself.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed and rushed over to him. He turned around, and I sighed.

He was covered in flour, and part of an egg yolk was dripping down his face. He had chocolate frosting all over him.

"How did you manage this?" I asked. "I don't think I could do this even if I tried."

"It wasn't that hard really," Logan grinned.

"How does it taste?" I asked. He shrugged. I grabbed a spoon for one of the many drawers and scooped up the remaining frosting from the mixer. I hid my disgusted face. The texture was all wrong. There was way too much baking powder and I think there was an eggshell in the mix.

"Not bad for your first try," I said unconvincingly.

"See, I told you I was bad at this," Logan wiped some flour off of his eyelid.

"You were right," I agreed.

"How about we go to the ballroom?" Logan offered.

"Okay, but wipe some of that frosting off first," I told him.

10 minutes later, we were in the enormous ballroom. Logan still had some flour in his hair, and his shirt was stained with chocolate frosting.

"Well this is much easier than cooking," Logan said, turning on the music. "Just do what I do."

Logan started dancing. He really was good. His feet moved really fast, and I couldn't even keep track of what he was doing. He finished, his face slightly red.

"Now you try," He said. I tried to replicate what Logan did but I only accomplished stepping on his foot and running into the wall several times.

Logan tried to hide his smirk, but failed. "Now you know how it feels," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"I think I've had enough for one day," I replied, eager to end the dancing lesson.

"In that case, allow me to escort you back to your bedchamber," Logan said with a terrible British accent. I giggled and took his hand, before curtsying.

"Here you are milady," Logan said in his British accent. I smiled.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," Logan smiled and walked away.

I went to the balcony outside of my room. The view was truly amazing. I leaned over the balcony, gazing at the flowers. I lost my balance and flew over the railing. I tried to call for help but nothing came out. I landed on the pavement with a loud crack. My vision went black.

Hey guys! I'm finally back! I'm so sorry for the really long wait. I have been really busy for a while but school is over, so I finally have time to write. Hopefully now I will be updating a lot more frequently.

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