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Chapter 4

The palace food was…magical. Totally worth winning the Selection for, in my point of view. The appetizers were just fresh and delicious. The main meal, couldn't ask for anything better. But it was the dessert that had stolen my heart. There were just so many different kinds! I try every bit of the desserts offered, but there were just. Too. Many. I bite into a strawberry chocolate tart. My eyes open in delight, I start stuffing some more in my mouth, it was far by the best thing I have ever tasted.

"Lady Elisabeth?" a voice calls from behind me,

I turn around in shock, realizing the voice belonged to Prince Jackson. Every head turned to the two of us, and I stood there like an awkward statue. What was worse was that I had my mouth filled with strawberry tarts. I covered my mouth, trying to swallow everything quickly. Prince Jack just smirks as he looks at me. I feel Jasmine –one of the girls in the Selection I disliked—staring smugly at me, and snickering with the rest of her crew –Cinderella and Aurora.

"Y-yes your Majesty?" I squeak,

"Are you," He stops to laugh, "enjoying the food?"

"Yes! Yes indeed! And these strawberry tarts, they're just so delicious. I bet my little sister Anna would cry after eating a piece!" I giggle,

"Hm…are you sure about that?" He asks raising an eyebrow,

"Yes, Anna, well she doesn't have much filter when it comes to emotions."

"Would you like to bet money on it?" He asks smirking,

"Well, if I had any, yes I totally would!" I acclaim,

"What would you barter instead then?" He smirks, one of his little games, I see. Okay, prince let me play your little game.

"Well…what do you want?" I ask him,

"What do you want Elisabeth?" he counters,

There were so many things I could possibly ask him for, and he'd probably be able to make them come true. But what do I want? Jewelry? I don't need. Money? Don't need right now. Clothing…? Aha!

"If Anna cries, I want to wear pants for a week." I offer,

Everybody laughs, not in mockery, but just in a polite way. Well…except for Prince Flynn. He was slapping the arm of his chair, barely being able to catch his breath. Which made a smile to my lips.

"Okay. Done." Jack says, "But if she does not cry, you will owe me a walk around the gardens tomorrow."

Only a walk? Only that? It didn't seem quite special in my opinion, but that was to me. I hear someone grunt from one of the girls, and as I turn around to see who it was I realized. If I lost the bet then I would be the first one to be on a date with one of the two princes. Official one-on-one time. As much as I wanted to reject, my urge in maybe being able to wear pants was just too strong.

"I was pondering whether or not I should accept…but for the sake of pants, I accept." I fake sigh, and everyone laughs again.

"Okay then, boxes of strawberry tarts will be sent to your home, and we'll have a guard wait and see if she cries. You will know the answer tomorrow morning." Jack replies,

"I hope she cries," I sigh,

"I hope you lose," Jack smirks,

"Hey!" I put my hands on my hips, "not cool Mr. Prince!"

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The next morning:

A butler knocked on my door to give me an update,

"She did not cry miss. She said she could have, but she did not cry. His Majesty will come and pick you up from your room around 4 today. Please get yourself ready."

I was really disappointed. I would have enjoyed those pants. I sigh as I get up from my bed and let Chloe, Alice, and Wendy dress me up. A simple white dress, that came up to about my knees. And a little butterfly necklace -better than jewelry in my opinion.

It was about 4:30 when Jack came by and took me for the walk.

"So you lost," He smirks,

"Uh…duh? I'm here with you right now!" I exclaim, he chuckles and lends an arm but I just keep walking. "Oh for the sake appearances, can you please take my arm?" He groans as he escorts me out of the room. I giggle as I link arms around his and walk out the door.

"I'm sorry your sister didn't cry," he smirks,

"Liar."

"I've never tried betting before, I'm actually pretty happy that I've won." He smiles,

"It's beginner's luck." I pout, Prince Jack just laughs.

"Tell me Elsa, why did you join the Selection? You told us that it was because of the palace food, but is that all?" He looks into my eyes and asks, I turn away,

"My family forced me to, sort of. Since if I enter the Selection the Palace pays the girls' family. I'm a five, I'm not from a very wealthy family, so when the offer came, mom made sure that I did it. And somehow I got picked, and somehow I'm not kicked out yet." I giggle, Jack smirks.

"Well…since you are technically kind of my best friend, how about I keep you until like the top 5…or maybe the top 2?" Jack questions,

"What? No! You can't do that!"

"Why not?" He frowns,

"Well the Selection is basically choosing who you'd marry with. What if you accidentally cut off your soul mate just because of me?" I rub my temples, Jack laughs,

"No worries, I like your company Elsa. I want more of it." He lowers his voice and gets closer to me. I blush and gulp, what was he trying to do? In reaction I do a knee-kick, kicking Jack in the shins.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I try helping him up,

"Ow! What was that for!" He doubles in pain,

"I-I just I don't really know…I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I try to get him near a bench.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. I think we'll have to end this walk for today. Hope to see you next time Elsa." He shoos me away, and I run back to my room.

Once I get there I see a big white present box wrapped in red ribbon,

"Ooh! Elsa can I open it?" Chloe squeals,

"Oh my god Chloe, it's her present. Let her open it." Wendy rolls her eyes, I laugh as I open the box slowly.

Inside were three wonderful pairs of pants. One in linen, one a little more business looking, and one a splendid pair made of denim. There was a note resting on top,

'You ask for such little things Elsa. Here are your jeans. But for my sake, please, only on Saturdays. Thank you, and I hope to see you again.

Your friend,

Jack