I'm so sorry about the long delay between updates guys! I'll try to do it faster next time, but I'm super busy now that school's started.

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Colette's POV

Colette looked on with murderous thoughts, though a pleasant enough expression, as Sally chatted with Noah on the set. If rumors were correct, she had kissed him, and wasn't the only girl to have done so. To make matters worse, she looked stunning in the outfit that all of them were wearing-a dark blue knee length sleeveless lace dress with a boat neck and strappy gold heels. She looked on, her face neutral, using her peripheral vision to look at the girls around her. Lucinda's face was neutral, as was Bethany's. She knew neither of them was happy by the fact their slight smiles had a pasted on quality.

As she looked around, she saw some of the girls nibbling on little snacks. Idiots, she thought. You might not look as thin in the pictures.

Her name was called. She made her smile a little bigger, and made an effort to give it a less pasted on quality.

"Your highness." She said once she was next to him. He nodded at her. She thought for a moment, thinking of how many of the girls who hadn't been on tons of dates had tried to make their time last longer, clinging. She also knew if she did that, she wouldn't be memorable. She knew how photo shoots were-she'd done enough of them. She put an arm around him, turning towards the cameras.

"Smile." She said, her own already on. He did. The cameras flashed several times.

She moved so she was facing him, their faces close. The cameras continued flashing. Then she linked her arm through his, and turned so that they were at an angle, and the lighting would be more flattering. Cameras flashed.

"Thank you Lady Colette." He said, smiling. She smiled back, and walked off to where she'd been standing before.

Anastasia's POV

Anastasia looked around. It was strange seeing everyone in the same dress. For some people, like Holly, it was similar to the dresses they usually wore, but for the rest, it was odd. Some girls, the style was just weird to see them wearing, for others the color or the lace, and others the lack of accessories. She liked the dress though. It was simple, but pretty, and looked good on everybody.

She watched as Colette did her photos, trying to smother a smile. She walked back to where she'd been standing, and Holly's name was called.

Then the alarm blared. All of the girls looked around, confused. Then they realized what was happening. The camera crews who were photographing still looked confused. The noise level in the room was rising rapidly, as well as the confusion and panic. She remembered the last time the rebels had attacked, and the safe room they'd gone to, and knew she needed to go back down there. The Selected were all in one big group at one point, she neither in the middle or the back, moving towards the door much more quickly than they usually walked. They barged through the throng of people, some of them moving aside for the Selected, and other times using the fact that they had a large group. For once she was thankful for Lucinda and Colette, who were masters at getting people to move.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but was probably not that long, she knew, they were into the hallway. It was eerily deserted, save for the guards that were rushing towards the fighting. She marveled at the courage it must take to run towards danger, rather than away.

"How do we get to the room?" She heard someone ask.

"I remember." She heard Holly say quietly behind her. All of the girls turned towards her, looking at her, and then parted so that she could get to the front of the group.

"Lead on." Said Danisha.

Riley's POV

Riley looked around the room, exhausted. Holly had led them to the room, her memory of the way there flawless. A guard had noticed them, and escorted them down and opened the door to them.

She saw that many of the girls were sleeping. She could hear low murmurs through the closed door where the royals and the advisers were, but couldn't make out the words being said. She looked back at the sleeping girls around her, and closed her own eyes to no avail. She sighed quietly, and sat up, looking around the room. She hated not knowing what was going on, not knowing how long she would be in the room. The sounds of fighting couldn't be heard in the room, as it was soundproof, so she couldn't even gauge how far away the fighting was. She looked at the door again, a sliver of light visible through the crack underneath. She wanted to know what was being said, but at the same time, she didn't dare to go listen at the door. She lay back down, closed her eyes, and somehow drifted off into sleep.

Summer's POV

Summer woke up to someone shaking her awake. She looked at the person, and saw it was Riley.

"What?" She asked sleepily.

"The attack's over. We're supposed to wake up the other girls and go up to breakfast." Riley told her. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She put on her shoes, and went around shaking the shoulders of the girls around her. Soon, everyone was up and walking out of the safe room together.

At first, nothing seemed wrong, climbing the stairs from the safe room, and going up. But after a certain point, they could see where the fighting had been-bits of broken things, bullet holes. Smears of blood. They saw a few dead guards, still holding their guns, their uniform splotched with almost a flower of blood where a bullet had pierced their body. As they turned into a big grand open room on the way to the breakfast rooms, they saw even more bodies. Someone gasped. Everyone turned towards the gasp, and they saw it. The white wall had letters, differing from about 1 and a half to two feet tall, written in the red color of blood.

Long live the Loyalists, it read. Summer looked away, feeling nauseated. It was most clearly not paint. She continued on with the other girls, both trying not to look at what was around her, but also wanting to force herself to know what had been sacrificed for the safety of her and the other girls.

Grace's POV

Grace nibbled on a pastry. She noticed she wasn't the only one without an appetite. The room was almost silent, and few people were eating much, including the royal family. Many of the girls were just nibbling at something or sipping at a drink, still too stressed to do much else. The meal seemed to both take forever to pass, while also seeming to speed by. Finally, Noah stood up, clearing his throat. All of the girls looked at him expectantly.

"Ladies." He said, not too loudly which in the quiet room was heard easily. Everyone who hadn't been looking at him before turned their heads, their attention on him.

"I have made a decision." He said. The girls kept looking at him in rapt attention.

"This attack has made me question whether I should be keeping you here if I don't think I have a future with you." He said. Girls around the room exchanged looks, confused. Grace looked around, bewildered. Noah took a breath.

"And this has lead me to a conclusion." He said. the murmuring died down, the girls all looking at him. Grace watched him, not sure what he was about to say.

"I'm narrowing it down to the Elite." He said.

Dun dun dun.

Anyways. Sorry about the long break. Hope you guys liked that chapter. Who do you think will make the Elite?