Hi guys! Sorry for the short chapter, but I will update soon. Hope you like!

Elise stares at me, tears shimmering in her eyes. Then she bursts into tears again. "Elise, what's wrong?" I ask, worried.

"I...I love...him." she gets out between tears.

Oh. Heartbreak. Poor thing.

Elise takes a moment to collect herself, then straightens up and wipes her face. She takes a deep breath before saying, "I love Maxon. I really do. In fact, I'm in love with him. From the start, I knew he was the one for me. But then I see the way he looks at you, and my heart breaks. My heart has broken so many times." she says the last sentence so quietly, I almost don't hear it.

"Oh Elise, I'm sorry. I really am. I know what it's like to have a broken heart." I comfort her.

She offers a small smile. "Thank you America. For you to treat me like a friend instead of a competitor, it means.." she notices her mistake. "It meant so much to me. But I am not your competitor any more. So I will tell you this."

I feel as if she's about to say something important. The atmosphere in the room changes from sad to serious, secretive even.

"You must win. Celeste would be a terrible queen, manipulating Maxon. She'd probably ruin the country for her personal benefit- taking the lower castes' money to add to her bank account. And no one would notice, the thought wouldn't even pop into their heads, because Celeste is a very good actress. As you have seen. Maxon wouldn't know what to do with her, he probably wouldn't do anything. Just let Celeste get whatever she wanted." Elise stops for breath.

"I don't think Maxon will choose Celeste. She's only here because she's high up in the caste system and is wealthy." I say.

"Yes well, I have New Asian ties, do I not? And Maxon eliminated me, did he not? Don't you think a chance at ending the war would be important to Maxon? More important than wealth and fame? I mean, he already has enough of that himself. Celeste is here because she's a model- perfect on the outside. And some people think that's how a queen needs to be. Just supposed to look good. I suspect Maxon likes Celeste more than he is letting on, maybe he even loves her. I don't know. But that is what I came to talk to you about. With whom Maxon's love lies." Elise ends.

I give her a questioning look.

"Maxon loves you, America. I see it. The whole country sees it. Yet they root for Celeste and Kriss because they...well...they haven't acted out as much as you. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I blush. Will I ever be able to get away from that Report? Apparently not.

"Yes," I reply. "I know."

"Kriss would be a good choice for queen, better than Celeste. But no one would be better than you. I know it. Your ideas would change this country for the better. Maxon listens to you! I have seen many queens, and the best ones are the ones that care about their country, and you do. Kriss would just sit back and let every one else do everything, she'd be there to bare children and look pretty on Maxon's arm. She just...wouldn't be right. But you...you are America. Maxon loves you, you have great ideas, and so much more. I feel it is my duty to tell you...you must win." she whispers the last part.

I stare at her, aghast. Elise has never spoken to me this much, let alone confided in me. Now she wants me to marry Maxon!

"Why are you...why are you telling me this?" I ask.

"Because I am trying to hep you. You were the only person ever nice to me in this competition, besides Marlee. I have to return the favor." She replies.

I lean forward and give her a friendly hug. She is not expecting that.

"Thank you Elise. Thank you." is all I can say. She pulls back, and looks me in the eye.

"Anything for the future queen."

Will America be queen? Elise sure thinks so.