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~America's P.O.V.~

Marlee stepped out of my closet with a bright gray gown, holding it up to show me. She stepped closer, smiling.

"Your gown, Your Majesty," she said, handing it to me.

"Marlee, you know the rule," I grinned.

When we had gotten the dress on, I spun in front of the mirror, admiring the way the light reflected off the fabric.

"Oh, Marlee, it's beautiful!" I squealed. As I spoke, I realized there were footsteps sounding across the floor.

"And you, my love, are even more so," Maxon whispered as he approached me. I smiled shyly, playing with the skirt. He tilted my head up gently and placed a sweet kiss on my lips, before pulling away.

"We should probably head downstairs. The guests will be waiting," he mumbled. Taking his hand, I let Marlee place one last clip in my hair, and we leave the suite.

I could smell the food waiting inside the ballroom, but we had to wait for the announcement, and then the dance, before we could even touch the food. My stomach rumbled, and Maxon laughed. Suddenly, the doors in front of us open, and we hear our names.

"Please welcome our beloved rulers, King Maxon and Queen America Schreave!" I could have sworn my joy was the light in the ballroom, because I felt it radiating from my body. The orchestra struck up, and Maxon brought his free hand up to rest on my waist. He beamed as we stepped off to the beat of the music.

"You've gotten better at dancing in the last few years," he commented halfway through the song. I smirked.

"I couldn't very well embarrass us on our anniversary," I replied. Remembering a time just before the Selection ended, I stepped in closer. I put my head on his chest, and added, "It's also a lot easier without the rain." He took the hint.

I heard the murmuring around us, as people commented on us. But I didn't care. When Maxon rested his cheek on my head, the world around us disappeared. It was just me and my amazing husband, swaying to the fading tune.

And then my stomach growled again, snapping us out of our thoughts. Maxon chuckled, and led me across the dance floor. The food table sat ornately at the edge of the room, and we were there in no time.

When our plates were full of miscellaneous food items, we sat in the thrones at the front of the hall. I devoured my plate as ladylike as I could. I don't think it worked.

I had just thrown away our plates when Adele, Amberly's sister, found me on the way back to Maxon.

"Good evening, Queen America," she started, looking faintly distracted. "Is there any way we could talk in private?"

"Now?"

"Yes, please," she replied. "I brought someone with me on this trip who would love to see you again." I couldn't think of anyone I knew that lived in Honduragua, besides her family.

"I guess, but let me tell Maxon first. I'll be right back." I walked over to the thrones and whispered in his ear.

"Adele wants to speak in private. I'll only be a few minutes." He nodded, kissing my cheek, which was all he could reach at that angle.

Returning to Adele's side, I led her into the hallway and into a conference room. That was when I noticed the little girl trailing behind her.

"Adele?" I began as the door shut. "Who is this? I was expecting someone, I don't know, that I knew already." I glanced over at the little girl, who smiled up at me.

"That's alright, America. Adele was shocked to see me again, too. It's so lovely to see Maxon happy. Thank you."

I stepped away slowly. "Who are you? Why does my husband's happiness matter so much to you?" I was so confused.

"Queen America, I would like you to meet… Sorry, re-meet, Queen Amberly. My sister. Your mother-in-law." I think I might have fainted. Oops.

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