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Adriana Foster

"So, what's it like meeting your first natural redhead?" I joke lightly upon sitting down and smoothing my skirt. I decided I wanted to look really professional today- or actually, that was my maids' suggestion, although I'm not sure which. See, one of them is named Kristen (I'm almost positive), one of them has a really high pitched, Southern-drawl kind of a voice, so I couldn't tell if she was trying to say her name was Emma, Emily, or Adalee, and the last one is definitely named after one of the months. And besides not knowing their names, I haven't been able to match faces yet, which made for an especially awkward morning. Anyways, one of the girls said that I might make a good impression if I could dress really classy and let my fiery disposition take care of the rest. I didn't look so far into the idea, and just let them have their fun, but I was glad anyway. My dress is made of some thick royal blue material, with a halter neck and a pencil skirt, and a layer of ruffled fabric lays over half of that. My maids left my hair down and au natural, and gave me light makeup. It was a style all my own, and I actually loved what they did.

Prince Cameron didn't laugh at my joke. Which just made it a million times more awkward. "No, the girl before you was a redhead too."

"Heather? The one from Calgary?" I clarify. "No, her hair's too red to be natural. It's, like, red velvet or something… I think her stylists highlighted it or something during her makeover to make it look more real, but it definitely isn't."

"Fine then. I guess you're my first natural redhead."

"And proud to be." I smirk, but Cameron doesn't even react. Holy crap, tough crowd…

The prince skips a beat before asking me my first question. It's pretty standard, a conversation starter I'm sure he's used many times already. "What did you do back at home?" He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat.

"I was an equestrian exercise rider, mostly. Sometimes I had to do other chores on the ranch as well, but caring for the horses was my favorite job."

"Do you know how to ride?" He asks further.

"Of course! I've been riding since I was fifteen, and a lot of people have more experience in it, obviously, but I caught on pretty quickly. When I first came to live with my foster family, the Walsh's, who worked on a ranch, I just had to carry out a few chores and feed the horses and other barnyard animals and stuff. And I have to say, I absolutely loved each creature, because I had never seen many more varieties than, like, domestic pets or pigeons when I was in other homes, but these were authentic and beautiful. Horses were my favorites. My foster brother, Cooper, who's two years older than I am, taught me to ride. I practiced every day until I got to be as good as I am now."

"Are you close with your brother?"

"Cooper? Yeah, actually." I chuckle fondly. "He's pretty much the male version of me. Cooper is probably my best friend, but that's really only because there weren't any other girls my age on the Ranch, I guess. Evan is his younger brother, he's a sweetheart too."

"Are there any other siblings?"

"No." I answer plainly.

"Alright." He says, as if not knowing what else to say. "It was very interesting meeting you, Lady Adriana. If you could please return to your seat." I force a small smile on my face and bury my frustration. I curtsey as politely as I can and stalk off.

Interesting… Thanks a lot, "Prince Charming". I'll show you exactly how interesting I can be, just you wait.

Giselle Knight

"Well, life at home was nothing special." I begin, in response to Prince Cameron's question. "My mother, my late twin sister and I all lived in the apartment above the florists' shop we worked at. It was nothing fancy, but I've always liked to think that all great legacies started from humble beginnings." I smile positively.

"I guess that's a good way to look at it." Prince Cameron nods, as if agreeing with me. "You said you had a late twin sister?"

"Yes, her name was Claudette." I say, looking down at my lap and fiddling with a loose strand of hair from my updo of curls. I thought they matched the rosettes on the bodice of my dress: carnation pink with spaghetti straps and a pleated chiffon skirt. It looked rather breezy, and wildly feminine, but I thought it was lovely. Paired with the matching jewelry our mother had given us when we were young, rose bracelets with Ivory Swarovski Pearls and gold lace designs, mine in coral and hers in pale mauve, I looked whole and complete. Claudette would have hated it, though, saying it was "too cutesy", and she was the one who got me into this mess in the first place. But then I would have argued that the flowers were a nod at our life at home, and after a little convincing she'd agree that it's pretty, and suits the occasion or whatever. We really did share that stubborn knack. "If it's alright, I'd prefer not to talk about it."

"Of course," he agrees. "I'm sorry for your loss." I nod solemnly. "Anyways, you said you were a florist?"

"Yes!" I smile, grateful for the change of topic. "We worked at this small shop on one of the busiest commercial streets in Southern Denbeigh, this beautiful shop that always reeked of intoxicating flowers and old lady perfume." I chuckle pleasantly. "It was called Miss Lucy's Floral Arrangements, owned by Lucille O'Hara and her granddaughter, Olive. I absolutely loved working there. It turned out, I had a natural eye for arranging flowers, and I found it really calming, almost therapeutic. And with my family drama-don't even ask," I chuckle lightheartedly, showing that I was just making a joke. He nods, but doesn't smile, "it was always nice to have something to channel feelings into."

"Oh, have you had a chance see the Royal Gardens yet?" Prince Cameron asks, the thought striking his mind suddenly, "I don't go often, but my youngest sister, Elena, loves to be there when she's not forced inside. I've seen her drawing out there quite a few times."

"She's an artist?"

"I guess so." He states hesitantly, as if not sure that's the proper thing to call the youngest Havillard.

"Well that's nice. I always wished I could draw, when I was younger. But I think we only get one artistic gift, if we get one at all, and mine was arranging flowers." I laugh. "Anyways, no, I haven't been out to the Gardens yet, though I saw them quickly when Avery was touring the Selected around the palace. They really do look breathtaking, and I just hope I'll be able to take a closer look one day." I smile, almost coyly, and Prince Cameron nods his head, looking lost in thought.

See, this was a technique Claudette taught me once. She was considered the "fun" sister, so you could say she had more… experience. The key to hinting at a date, if you'd want one, is casually mentioning something you'd like to do, or a place you'd like to go and leaving it open ended. Usually I'd have to put more work into it, or at least that's what she told me, but in this case, where I didn't even have to bring it up, its all the better. I had never listened to her in the past, but I can for sure say how useful these tips are now.

I wait for him to say that maybe he'll take me sometime, but he doesn't. I can only hope that he's thinking it and doesn't want to be too forward, or something like that, or maybe my sister's dating advice really was as stupid as I had always thought it to be.

Instead, I'm dismissed, and Prince Cameron says it was nice talking with me before sending me on my way. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I curtsey graceful and prance away with a smile, hoping I looked happier than I felt.

Maybe it had been stupid advice all along.

Pepper Hearst

I think it's almost fitting that the only person I've met so far (discluding my maids and the rest of the staff) is Prince Cameron, if only because when I pictured being in this competition when I was young, I completely forgot to account for the other Selected. I actually hadn't met any of them yet, not that I was necessarily looking forward to it. There was one girl in the beginning of interviews, Raven, who had really dark eyeliner and tattoos lining her arms, who made me nervous, and another, Manhattan, who also had tattoos, and pink and purple hair to go with it. Even the girls I thought looked nice, like Emberly, Leanore, and Drew, I heard talking about some of the other girls behind their backs, and Evelyn made fun of Avery when she wasn't looking. Then there were those that were unapproachable by association, like Adriana, who looked pretty intimidating, even if she didn't have Raven by her side, and Mahalia, who was friends with the dark-haired girl as well. Catalina, who squirmed in her dress and high heels, sat exactly like I noticed some of the guys at work sat, and I had already seen her spit twice, while Hannah, with her orderly bun and cream blazer, looked like she could kill a man with her glare alone. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling so comfortable around these girls just yet.

When the girl in front of me finishes, Lucie from Hundson, I can also cross another girl off my "approachable" list. She shoots me a glare, but I think it's just because her interview went sour. I don't want to take it personally, but it's one of the worst possible things for me to see when I'm about to attempt a first impression. Her look actually makes me want to cry. But I don't.

I also want to shrink, and I chastise my own self for not having a more confident walk. I try straightening my back, but I can only concentrate on one thing at a time, and at this moment, not tripping on my heels comes to be a priority. I offer Prince Cameron a small, completely forced smile before sitting down, smoothing my skirt and readjusting my black patent leather heels. Today I endorse Hugo Hemorrhage, who I've actually been in the same room with before. His dress is made of pressed white flax material, with stark black outlines on the neck and hemlines, around the bust, and silhouetting the open back. Along with the heels, my maids straightened my hair completely flat and put sparkling diamonds in my ears. I try to draw strength from knowing that I look my best, and use that to calm me down.

"Lady Pepper," He addresses me casually. My breath hitches and I feel nearly faint. "Can you tell me about your job? You seemed quite invested in it, as far as I could tell from yesterday's Report."

"Oh, yes." I laugh nervously, guard still up. "I don't know how they made me look so animated and professional, I thought I was I total train wreck." I confess in a babble.

"No, I thought you looked natural on camera." I can tell he's lying. They always lie. Why does everyone lie to my face? What happened to the like-hearted soul I'd dreamed about? Doesn't he understand? Why does he want to torment me-what made him pick me out? But I thank him for the compliment anyways, what I believe is the proper thing to do. Or that's what my maids seemed to think. I actually feel especially unnatural around my maids, but I guess I was still happy for the idea. It's not as if I don't like them, and that couldn't be farther from the truth. I think that they're very nice, if a bit excited and enthusiastic, and it's just been unnatural so far. Hopeful I could be a bit more comfortable with them in the future, but it's too soon to tell. "So anyways, about your job?"

"Oh." I blush wildly, embarrassed. "I've worked for Zarcos Fashion Magazine since I was a few months into being sixteen, so in a month or so it'll be two years strong."

"Oh, is your birthday coming up?"

"Yes, it's October third."

"Happy early birthday." Prince Cameron states sincerely. I can't help it, I blush again.

"Thank you." I smile, unable to make eye contact.

"Will you and some of the Selected be doing anything to celebrate?" He asks, feigning curiosity. See, this is where having actual friends could be useful. I don't mind that I'll be alone on my birthday, but it's embarrassing to admit it.

"No, there's no plans. I think it's too early to do anything, and that's ok. I haven't celebrated my birthday in years."

"Really?" He actually looks surprised. "I can't imagine a single year where my parents haven't tried to complete outdo each other, and then it gets into this massive competition to see who can make their child 'happier' on their birthday." I chuckle in response, a small feeling of hope in my chest. "No, I'm not even joking. It sounds cute, but it gets absolutely vicious."

"It's sweet, though." I say softly, an actual real smile on my lips.

"In theory. You'll see: Connor's birthday is in January. If you're still here by then, you can judge for yourself." I can't help but recognize that he said, very specifically, "if". And it all comes crashing: I might not be here by January. The competition could even be finished by that point, or I could have been eliminated or something like that. If. If. It's hard not to think about.

But it also doesn't go past me that he's talking so far into the future. And I might not be there by then to reap the rewards, but it sure sounds like I might be safe for now.

I, of course, try not to let my hopes up. It's far to naïve to think the prince is mine so easy. And if I've learned anything during my near-eighteen years of life, it's that I've never been simply awarded something like this. And so in that way, today could very well be my last.

Ivy Dupree

"So Lady Ivy, when is your birthday?"

Prince Cameron catches me completely off guard. Out of all the things I was trying my very hardest to mentally prepare for, something about my life at home (so that I'd have to meagerly, awkwardly avoid talking about the solitude of the Dupree estate), or my job (where I'd have to admit that I thrive off my parents money, and practice magic in my spare time), or what I like to do for fun, or something like that, this was not something I had thought about. But no, the most pressing question he had to ask me was my date of birth.

"Actually, I was born on December thirty-first: New Year's Eve."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah," I smile at the floor shyly, fiddling with the blue lace overlay on my otherwise white dress. "I was always bitter about that, I can assure you. I was born officially at eleven thirteen, to the minute, so really I was less than an hour to being born on the first day of the New Year. I've always had a thing about new things, so it would have been a lot more fitting to be born in the New Year, I think."

"Alright, I guess that makes sense." he says lamely. I play with my hair self-consciously. "Sorry, I guess that was kind of random." I laugh nervously. "Why don't you tell me about what you like to do for fun?"

Here. Now this was something I had though about, something I had actually prepared for. "Well, I've always liked practicing magic-"

"Wait." He interrupts me, moving his position so his forearms are resting on his knees. "Did you just say you practiced magic?"

My cheeks flush, and I let out another nervous laugh. When he doesn't copy my gesture, my smile fades. "Yeah, magic. I know a bunch of card tricks mostly, and some with coins too. But I also like drawing and painting, and when I was younger, my dad and our dog Bella and I-"

"No, I want to know more about the magic thing." He cuts me off again. I take a deep breath, rattled, and try again.

"Ok. Well, what do you want to know?"

"I don't know. Where do you learn stuff like this? Do you perform it for people or something? Oh wait-are you one of those party magicians?"

I'm not sure whether or not to be offended or relived that he's interested in me. "Well, first I'm not a party-magician, practicing magic is just a hobby. I don't technically work, but I inherited my parents fortune. My father owned the company Aeriotech, which supported major space missions and things having to do with interstellar travel. Or-any flight travel, really. Airplanes, rockets, drones, you name it. So no, I am not a party magician. I'm an heiress. And my parents used to send me away to magic camp over summers, when I was off from school. It was called 'Head in the Cards Magic Camp for Kids', and it was this sleep away thing where we were taught juvenile tricks and got to spend time outside for hours at a time in Columbia, it really impacted my childhood, I think." I finish strong, with a sweet smile.

"And what first piqued your interest in magic?"

"Well, when I was young, my mother rented a magician for one of my birthdays. Oh-birthdays!" I laugh. "Never mind. Anyways, I was instantly mesmerized, I absolutely couldn't break my eyes away! And I've kind of just had a fascination with magic ever since."

Prince Cameron leans back again. "That is fascinating."

I blush and stare at my hands, a small smile gracing my face.

The prince wraps up the conversation after that, and I realize it must be for the better. Now at least we can end on a high note, or at least, with a compliment. Although, looking back, I'm not sure if he was being sarcastic.

Hey, wanna see a magic trick? You just did, and I think Prince Cameron is a bit better at magic than he thinks. I've never met anyone else who can steal a human heart like that. Maybe I've got a thing or two to learn after all. Oh, and it looks like he did another one as well. "Poof", he has the power to make me disappear.

Emberly Saffron

These things were going by pitifully, each girl more embarrassing than the next, and complete torture to watch. With the first few girls, I assumed they must be dull or Prince Cameron didn't like them, but that was until I saw him interact with the girl from Baffin. It actually annoyed me to see her breath, just a little bit. And since I was situated near the front, with Lea and Drew, who had just come back from her interview a few turns ago, I could catch a little here and there about the mortifying things this "Lady Ellina" confessed.

"Oh my god stop playing with your hair you are making our gender look bad!" I whisper screamed, ripping my delicately painted fingers through soft curls. Lea laughed, as if I was joking. "No stop, I'm serious."

"Oh my god I think- I think she just told him she loves him-" My friend covers her mouth with her hand.

"Way to play hard to get." Lea laughs again, as Drew slaps me lightly on the shoulder. "And you're right, I'm almost positive that's what she just said, but I'm not sure I can believe it."

"Imagine if we're watching our future queen right now." Drew thinks aloud. Lea and I go silent.

"Oh-there she goes." Feigning a smile, the blonde, in distasteful pink ruffles, saunters back to her seat, a look of uncertainty on her face. Drew, Lea and I offer her each a closed-mouth smile, and she shrugs her shoulders with a cheeky grin.

"Five bucks says she's gone by next week." Drew offers.

"First of all, that's mean. Second, if I had the money to bet, I would bet that this interview did her in, so whenever that elimination goes down she'll be gone."

"How is that any less mean than what I said?" I roll my eyes and laugh.

"I'll take your bet." A new voice comes from behind our huddle. In a whip of purple ombré and black hair, Bonita Stone walks to the three of us and sits right behind our circle. There's no skirt to smooth, as she sports a glamorous, skin-tight bodycon dress with long sleeves and black stilettos, and she crosses her legs in a lazy way as she positions herself comfortably. She's sure a sight to see, plus a little extra showy in comparison to my dress in cobalt, with a fit and flare design and a few strips of sheer (that remain completely decent, don't you worry) blue on the hem and neckline. She sticks out her hand and Drew shakes it, maintaining a suspicious smile. "Alright, so lets see who's up next."

We continued to play this game, a little something to entertain us while we waited. Eventually, Lea left to go meet our shared-boyfriend, and though I was supportive, I don't think Bonnie or Drew were feeling as charitable. As soon as Bonnie said something bad about Lea's interview (even though I thought it looked like it was going pretty well), Drew would laugh along. It actually made me want to slap her up a little, and I made a mental note to talk to her about why she was acting so strangely later, when we were back in the Women's Room, hopefully with Bonnie nowhere close. And by the way, Lea seemed to think she did just fine.

When it's my turn to go up, I resist the urge to give a little hint to Bonnie that she'd better not make fun of me while I'm there, and instead take a centering breath and strut over.

I muffle a "hi" and do a small, awkward curtsey before sitting down, trying not to make eye contact. Crap-this is probably what Bonnie's making fun of me for now! And sure enough, upon looking at the girls, Lea looks absolutely horrified, while Drew and Bonnie are laughing hysterically. I glare at them for a moment before returning my face to neutral and waiting patiently for the prince to say something.

"So, Lady Emberly, why don't you tell me about your life at home." Well, now this is a problem. How much am I supposed to reveal until I become a freaking security threat and am thrown out or something?

"Well, I live with my adoptive family in central Likely." I say, trying to withhold any details that can be used against me. Like the fact that I live with all guys, or that we're illegally staying in an abandoned grocery store warehouse, or something of that caliber.

"Why don't you tell me about them."

"Umm… Well." I feel backed into a corner. See, I've always felt cautious around any guy who had a romantic interest in me. You don't live like I have for as long as me and not have a healthy fear of advances. "There's twelve of us all together, all around my age, give or take a few years." There, I think I can get away with saying just that!

"Are you part of a group home?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, something like that."

Prince Cameron and I talk for a few more minutes until I'm dismissed, and walk back to my seat, with Lea patiently awaiting my details and Bonnie looking for something to laugh at. I think Drew is somewhere in the middle.

My stomach nearly tumbles, so incredibly afraid that Bonnie may not have much to worry about. I guess I've found the guy I couldn't so easily charm after all this time.

Harper Jones

"Lady Harper?" I snap back into focus in a snap. Or actually, I'd like to correct myself. I was never out of focus. It's just that, even though it's been almost a year now, I'm still not really used to this name. I've been Alessia before, and Lia, Julia, Marlee, and Hadley. It doesn't really get easier in recognizing a new name, but I definitely wasn't putting as much effort into it as in the past. There was almost no doubt in my mind I'd have to change it again sometime in the next two to three years anyway.

"Yes, I'm sorry." I quickly make sure to apologize. "Would you mind repeating your question?"

Prince Cameron gives a frustrated look. "Sure. I said, what is your life like at home?"

Well, that depends on what you constitute as "home"… Along with my frequent name changes, my mom seemed to pack us up and move us around a lot. Of course, I can't blame her. "In Panama? Hot." I laugh. "It's really muggy there, and though it's totally safe where I live, I hear there's a lot of crime. I work in this little rundown sewing shop, mending dresses and other clothes, which my mom taught my entire family to do at a young age. I don't love it or anything, but it's made me really interested in advertising, treasury, and keeping track of business plans and inventory and stuff. I think I'd actually like to open up my own business one day."

"Really? Seamstressing as well?"

"No, probably not. I don't like sewing so much, but I have hobbies and stuff." Some rather unsavory, is what I don't say. Like, how sewing can't even make a dent in my family's living expenses, so I have to resort to other methods of getting money.

"Like what? What are your other hobbies?"

"I've always been gifted at math, and I like drawing, reading –and sometimes writing, if I'm in the mood- poetry and fine literature, and I love playing ball hockey and have a real passion for animals. I don't know. I figure I could find something, if I ever get enough funds to create a startup or something."

"So, you like animals… Do you have any pets?"

"No." I respond simply. Harper Jones has no pets, but Alessia did. And so did Hadley. "My brother had a therapy dog once, though." I recall. "Actually, we got two, because they became a bonded pair, and it was both or nothing, and we figured it could really help Joshua. We also got a female German Shepard, but we had to sell all three dogs, because, to be honest, it got the point where we couldn't even support ourselves much less three additions. We were all heartbroken to see them go."

"Therapy dogs?" He clarifies.

"Yeah, for my brother. He was diagnosed with autism at a young age."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." I rub my arms uncomfortably. It's pretty inconvenient that my dress has only capped sleeves. I mean, it was far hotter in Panama, and I still wore sweatshirts sometimes. So I may look pretty, but the blush cotton shift dress couldn't possibly hide my goose bumps. At least my legs were warm: in grey suede knee-high boots. My blonde locks fall all around my face, but my earrings are cold too. So this is just great.

"Yeah." I'm not sure what else to say. With the situation turned awkward, Prince Cameron dismisses me, and I take my seat (not really much warmer, either), almost sure I'm done.

Audrey Matlock

I swear, some of these girls made me want to throw up. The tattoos, the wild hair colors, the promiscuous outfits… I couldn't imagine ever being let out of the house like this. What a sacrifice of pure dignity. I'm sure Prince Cameron would hope for a bit more decency than that, but I guess I didn't know.

I'm almost ready for him to tell me explicitly himself, but I'm not exactly sure why. I guess it's just the influence of the Seminary, telling me that I can choose to either be a lady or be a hussy. I think that could successfully scare anyone. To be honest, I'm just happy I'm comfortable. I've worn plenty of itchy gowns in my days, but my maids did a fine job. My day dress is ice blue, with sheer and white patterns as an overlaying. It's plenty modest, with a skirt down to the knees, sleeves to the elbows, and a scoop neck. Also, it makes curtseying so much easier!

"So, Lady Audrey," the formality sounds totally familiar, as if I was born to be called this from the start. It's completely natural to hear. "Tell me about some of your interests."

"Well, there's a lot." I laugh airily. "I'm a classically trained ballerina, I play violin, ride horseback, bake, sew, and like to read and write. I used to have this crazy passion for debate, and I liked to practice public speaking. I enjoy archery, dancing, and teaching as well."

"Wow then. You really weren't kidding when you said a lot of hobbies. Where did you learn to develop all of these?"

Ah, so happy that he asked! "I was enrolled in Lexington Hall, otherwise known as the Seminary, when I was young." I proclaim proudly. Prince Cameron's eyebrows knit together, obviously confused.

"Sorry-what is that?"

"What exactly is a seminary? Well, it's essentially an all-girls charm school where girls from prestigious or 'respectable' families from Illéa and across the world send their girls to go to school at the age of seven. We're trained in high society manners, are given the finest education one can acquire, and we are expected to act with decorum at all times. The seminary is essentially the Selection, but a much more difficult and strict version of it." I laugh lightly, even though I'm completely serious. "We learn everything at first. From ballet, painting, violin, to horseback riding and French, and when we are 10, we pick four "hobbies" we would like to specialize in, alongside our standard classes, and a few foreign languages. The school is very hush-hush, because if word of the seminary got out, lower castes would claim it unfair, and that upper castes have been born with a birthright and pedigree for success and connections, which I honestly admit, is true. How else do we know everyone, and have so many connections? The seminary. We are taught to hold charity events and soirees, proper curtsies, how to greet foreign dignities and guests, and if you could get into the seminary, you are practically guaranteed a spot among the first circles. My roommates? A daughter of a French Ambassador, the daughter of the Governor of Sumner, and a girl from a long line of doctors who has connections in New Asia. You had to work ten times as hard to make it through that school, as everyone who got in was the best of the best. I might have got in, but I still had to work to get where I am today."

"So basically, what I'm hearing is you were basically already taught to be a lady?"

"In a sense"

"Wow. I don't know why we hired Avery Caxton, you seem plenty qualified already." I laugh pleasantly.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, it's no problem. Now listen, it was very nice meeting you. If you could please return back to your seat, there's only a few more girls to meet, and I'm sure we'd all like to go off to breakfast."

"Of course." I respond, getting back up to curtsey. I bid him adieu, and smile smugly at the rest of the girls as I take my seat again, completely confident.

Sometimes I regret not getting my normal "teenage experience" in my youth, but these were the moments where the Seminary really payed itself forward. And now, I was immune to the cutthroat aspect I've seen in these girls, and prepared for the challenges of the Selection. These girls couldn't possibly know what they got themselves into.

That's all folks! Next chapter will be eliminations, and the first breakfast and whatnot. Hope you're all excited, because I sure am;)

Anyways, so regarding the eliminations: I just want to pre-apologize… It's NOTHING personal, and I am still SO floored that I have such amazing characters to work with, people to talk to, and supporters. And I will warn you, a LOT of girls are going home in this next chapter. I SWEAR I AM SO SORRY AND THEY'LL ALL BE MENTIONED SOMETIME IN MY SERIES! (Speaking of which, stick around for my next SYOC, after this one! Already excited for that one!). Ok, PSA over, but I just thought you all deserved a warning, and a formal thank you for your support.

XOXO

xx. Scarlett