A/N Hello again! In case any of you were wondering, I'm on spring break, so that's why I've been updating faster than usual. It's ending soon though. Ugh, I'll have to do work again :/

Oh sugar: Thank you so much! I loved writing that part, it was so fun! Diversity is awesome! THE FEELS!

Guest: Thanks! Yeah she's awesome! I would hate Courtney and Vivian in real life, but their characters are important to a book and I like writing scenes/chapters with them in them.

Kalliope's POV

Breakfast was way too quiet.

My parents were off doing boring paperwork stuff, so they weren't here. Ever since brother dearest announced the Elite the meals have been silent.

It was time to change that.

We were all eating with the Selected. I had excused myself to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago. Like that was true.

I held a soup ladle filled with oatmeal and was lining up my shot. I smiled, and flicked the ladle as hard as I could.

I meant to hit Leo, I really did (haha, nope). Instead I hit Courtney straight in the face.

She froze. The oatmeal had gotten all over her face and was now dripping down her dress. I could feel her rage from the other room. I could tell that the other girls were trying to contain their laughter.

I walked in calmly, trying to avoid eye contact with the person I just hit. She must have thought Elodie did it, because she was glaring at her.

"You," she hissed.

She grabbed a pancake and threw it at her. Unfortunately, I happened to be right behind Elodie at that exact moment, so when she ducked the breakfast item hit me on the side of the head.

The whole room seemed to suck in a breath.

"Oh it is ON!" I yelled.

"Food fight!"

It really wasn't that ladylike, but I did start it. The room turned into chaos, everyone was throwing food and getting hit with food. The breakfast today was french toast, pancakes, blackberry scones, and bacon, so everyone was getting hit with that.

Arianna was standing on the table, and was pelting Vivian with scones. She got hit on the back of the head with a piece of toast that was thrown by Rose. Arianna smirked, and she and Rose started "battling" each other.

Courtney was just throwing food and screaming to stop throwing things at me, I'm better than you and you know it! Elodie was giggling, and expertly dodging food. Had she done this before?

I spotted Cassandra. She quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching her (she obviously didn't see me) and threw a pancake that hit Vivian perfectly in the face. She smiled triumphantly. Okay, Cassandra was a character.

The food fight ended when some guards came, thinking there were rebels. Leo said we should stop (party pooper), and we all returned to our rooms to clean up.

That was fun.

Elodie's POV

I smiled as my maids helped me dress after the shower I had. The food fight was awesome! It was a shame it stopped so soon, it was good while it lasted.

I heard someone knock on the door. One of my maids went to get it, and immediately curtseyed.

"Prince Leopold," I heard her say.

The maids ran to get my bathrobe.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning! How's your day been?" I asked.

"Well, pretty messy to be honest," he said. I laughed.

"I actually came here to ask you if you would go on a date with me."

"Oh, of course! Where are we going?"

"You'll see. But a big hint; you will need your pointe shoes."

My eyes turned into saucers. "Are we going to-"

He put his hand over my mouth. "It's a surprise. See you at the gardens in ten?"

"Yeah!"

I squealed. We might be going to do ballet!

"I'm sorry about this, but could I change dresses?" I asked my head maid. "To the pale blue one?"

She nodded. "Right away."

The dress I wore now was quite simple, just a short-sleeved blue dress that went just above the knee. I slipped on some pastel blue flats, and brought a purse with a scrunchie, some bobby pins, and my pointe shoes. Time to go to the gardens.

"Elodie! You look very nice."

"Thanks! You look good as well!"

We got in a classy-looking limousine.

"Where are we going?" I asked Leo.

He smiled. "We're going to the Angeles City ballet company."

"Oh my god are you serious?!"

"Yeah!"

"Thank you so much! I've always wanted to go there!"

The Angeles City ballet company was the largest ballet company in Illea. The one in Labrador was awesome, but this one had produced famous dancers like Rowena Aurielle and Allegra Vardon.

The limo stopped.

"Oh, we're here."

We both got out of the car, and the paparazzi roared with delight. There were people screaming and jumping up and down.

"Just ignore them," Leo said. He started walking toward the building.

"Wait a sec," I said, walking toward a little girl. She looked about seven.

"Hi there! What's your name?"

She fiddled with her pink tutu. "I-I'm Willa. My dad lives in Labrador, and I love your work!"

"Thank you!"

Her mom came up to me.

"Would you be willing to take a picture with my daughter? She's a big fan of you."

"I would be delighted!"

She brought out her phone and took a photo of me putting an arm around her.

"Elodie! We have to go now!" Leo yelled over the crowd.

"Okay!" I yelled back, then turned to little Willa. "I have to go now! It was great to meet you!"

I ran over to Leo, and we entered the building.

"Why did you go over to speak to her?" he asked me.

"Oh, when I was a eight I would look up to people, but they never talked to me or anyone. So when I started doing ballet I decided to talk to fans because I can spare a couple minutes."

He pondered that for a minute, then smiled at me. "You are a very nice person."

"O-oh, thanks. Not as nice as others I've met."

We got in the elevator, and he pressed the button with a 8 on it. I pulled my chestnut-brown hair into a bun, clipping some of the extra hairs into place.

When the elevator opened he led me to a room called Studio Three. It was a open room with some bars on the walls and big windows that gave a gorgeous view over the city.

"One sec, I gotta put on my pointe shoes and do some warm ups," I said.

I did all five positions, did some warm ups on the bar, and did the splits. Now I was ready to dance.

"This is a piece from The Nutcracker I did two years ago," I told him. He had sat on the floor.

I started on pointe, then did a leap. I did jetes and plies. I pirouetted and did a grand jete. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I did grand adages and a grand allegro.

I danced and danced and danced. I narrowed my eyes in concentration. Time for the ending move.

I lept in the air and did I 540 Battemont en Rond. I caught a glimpse of Leo's eyes, they were wide open.

I landed in a lunge in front of him. His mouth was in a O shape, and he kept blinking.

I stood up. "So, how was it? I usually do lifts in that piece, but my partner wasn't there."

He looked at loss for words, which made me smile. "H-how do you do that? Everything was so elaborate and beautiful, I can tell why that little girl was such a fan of you!"

I blushed. "You flatter me. I'm not that good, you should really see a performance from a master."

He stood up and bumped my shoulder. "You're too modest. Anyways, it's past noon. Wanna get lunch?"

"Yeah, I'm starved!"

I was suspecting that we'd go back to the palace, but instead Leo told the driver to go to someplace called Lune Creme.

"Lune Creme is a pretty famous French restaurant. They have rotisserie chicken and stuff like that, but they also have pastries and desserts," he explained.

"Ooh, I love french food!"

The place looked pretty homey, there were already a lot of people eating there already. Leo told the driver to get us some normal clothes so no one could figure out it's us. He gave me a floppy sun hat, a tee-shirt, and some jeans. Leo wore a baseball cap, a tee-shirt, and also wore jeans.

After having lunch we ordered chocolate cake and some macaroons (we couldn't decide between the two). They were heavenly.

We drove back to the palace, chatting and laughing. Today had been a lot of fun, and I didn't want the date to end. Oh well, I'd see him tomorrow anyway!

So! How'd ya like Elodie! She's cool isn't she! I apologize for probably screwing up ALL of the ballet stuff. I don't own ANY of it (besides the company and the cafe). The reason the chapter is called Dancing in the Moonlight is because the cafe that they went to, Lune Creme, means Moon Cream. So yeah. Please review on what you think of the chapter! Goodbye, and thanks a bunch for reading!