America's POV
"Sure Maxon." I answer him and watch him sit down in a chair. I walk over and set myself down into his lap. "Go ahead, I'm all ears."
Maxon seemed a bit hesitant to tell me and I suppose he was thinking on how to start. Oh my Maxon, always thought things through perfectly.
"Well," he started. "I had a meeting with the publicists and other advisors today…"
"Did they insult me again?" I wondered jokingly.
"No," he smiled. "No, but they did bring up a very interesting proposal." Maxon continued.
"And what was the proposal?" I asked, suddenly curious.
"Well," Maxon thought it through again. "They suggested a reunion with the Elite from my Selection." He quickly looked up to see me expression. And by the way he held me tighter and rubbed my back I knew I must've looked awful.
What? Bring the Elite back into the palace? Are they crazy?
"Are they crazy?" I said my last thought out loud.
"I had the same reaction America, but they gave some very persuasive points!" Maxon replied.
"They're advisors, its they're job to be persuasive!" I stood from his lap, but he grabbed my wrist, encouraging for me to sit again.
"Think of it this way… It's good for publicity…" I snorted. "The people will enjoy it and aren't you curious as to how they are going?"
I considered these. They were all fairly good points. I was curious as to how they ended up, too. Besides, I am the queen, why should I be worried?
"Fine." I finished. Maxon seemed shocked by my answer and I sat back down on his lap. "But not for long." He nodded.
"They've already decided the dates."
"Really?" He nodded again. "When?" Maxon once more hesitated.
"The weekend after your family visits…" Maxon said and hugged me tight so I wouldn't storm off.
That was going to be a busy week.