Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been traveling with no wifi. Excuses, excuses I know. But don't worry, that just means I had more time to write! I'll be posting an extra long one tomorrow, so stay tuned! :) A big thanks to all my reviewers, you guys make my day. No, really. I'm rambling, aren't I. Anyways, enjoy!

I wake up and find myself in Maxon's arms. Not wanting to wake him, I stay still and take a moment to study his face. He is peaceful, relaxed, unguarded. For once he looks like a nineteen year old boy. A carefree boy with no worries. But I know that is not the case.

Maxon stirs, and his eyes blink open. He looks at me sleepily and yawns, then stretches.

"Hello sleepyhead." I say. "Glad you finally decided to join the world this glorious morning."

Maxon smiles and sits up. "Glad I got to wake up and see your face first thing, America."
I blush and look away. He chuckles and helps me sit up. We are still in our clothes from yesterday.

My maids enter the room and take in Maxon and I sitting together on my bed. They blush and curtsy, mumbling apologies. Then they back up, about to exit the room. Maxon clears his throat and says, "Ladies, please stay and prepare America for breakfast." Then he turns to me and kisses my cheek. "I'll see you at breakfast, my dear."

"I thought I told you not to call me your dear." I tease.

He smiles, and replies, "Still? I thought our relationship had grown." He fake pouts. I laugh. This side of Maxon doesn't come out often. "Not in the least." I chuckle, enjoying our friendly arguments. Maxon feigns an offended face, then gives me another quick kiss on the cheek. He stands, and pulls me with him. "Well, my non-dear, I will see you soon." He emphasizes the "non-dear" part of the sentence. I smile, pretending to be satisfied. "Yes, I suppose you will. Now, get out of my room so I can get ready." I push him towards the door and he backs out, laughing. I shut the door behind him.

My maids just stare at me. "What?" I ask.

"Prince Maxon is getting to be very close to you, isn't he Lady America." Lucy says slyly. I just smile, too happy to reply. "Come on girls, you heard the Prince. Let's get Lady America ready for breakfast." Anne orders. They do, pulling a satiny turquoise dress over my head with three quarter length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It shimmers every time I move. Silver kitten heels are placed on my feet, giving me a little height. My hair is pulled into an intricate braid on the back of my head, and my face is lightly dusted with makeup. My whole body seems to glow. I look...in love. That's because I am. I giggle to myself, giddy.

"Now go win yourself a Prince, Lady America." Mary says, satisfied with my appearance. I rush downstairs, eager to see Maxon, my Maxon.

When I walk into the dining hall, I see an empty seat by Maxon, so I take it. I smile at him, and he smiles back. Kriss notices this exchange, and looks furious to say the least. I don't want to make her mad, but she is my competition. I can't forget that.

The rest of the day is spent talking to cooks about the preparations for the Thanksgiving Feast tomorrow. The food will be delicious. I personally can't wait to eat tomorrow.

My maids are putting the finishing touches on my dress, but they won't let me see it. "It's a surprise." they say. Surprises, psh. I know it will be beautiful. Why can't I see it?

My day is filled with silly worries, and it is nice for a change. I am actually excited about the Thanksgiving Feast tomorrow (and not just because of the food). When I go to sleep that night, I wish Maxon was here with me in his arms. I barely saw him today. Oh well. When (if) we get married, I'll be seeing him all the time. I fall asleep, content.

Again, sorry for the short chapter, but I will post a longer one tomorrow!