Okay! So this chapter will be varying POVs after the first breakfast.

To all those who had characters eliminated-all the characters were really good, and I just had to pick some of the ones I couldn't find a way to fit in the story as well.

I'm having some of the main characters meet each other, so yeah.

Thanks to HestiaAbnegation11, Alia Sharma, and 4Love4Love for being amazing reviewers:D

Riley's POV

Riley filed out of the room with the other girls. She was stuffed. She wasn't a girl to pick at delicious food because she might gain weight. She ran, and had a good metabolism, plus it just seemed a pity with her. She followed behind the rest of the girls going to the Women's room, and could tell by the slowed pace of many that they'd eaten just as much as she had.

At breakfast, she'd been at a table right next to Lucinda. No way to help it, she supposed, but she was looking forward to being able to pick where she sat in the Women's Room. There she'd be able to get away from the god-awful girl.

As they filed into the Women's Room, Lucinda and Colette took a corner for themselves, which everyone else gave a fairly wide berth. There they were joined by Imogen, Bethany, and Julie. Everyone else kinda just mingled, sitting near someone else, because nobody really knew anyone else and Riley ended up near Summer and Marie. The chatter in the room slowly started to pick up. Riley turned to Summer.

"So what do you do?" She asked her. Summer looked at her, slightly startled.

"I'm a swimmer." She said, smiling. Now it was Riley's turn to be surprised. She would not have guessed this tiny girl was a swimmer.

"What do you do?" She asked Riley.

"I'm a diplomat in training." She said. The other girl smiled.

"I'm Summer, by the way." She said.

"I'm Riley." Said Riley, smiling.

"I love your hair. I wish I could do something like that with mine." Said Summer looking at Riley's mainly pink hair with some blues and purples.

"Thanks. Why can't you with yours?" Riley asked, curious.

"Well, swimming beats up my hair already, plus I'm blonde, so it takes forever for faded colors to fade completely. I dyed a tiny bit when I was younger, and just cut it off." She said, smiling ruefully, and laughing a bit. Riley smiled.

Lucinda's POV

Lucinda scanned the room, and rolled her eyes slightly. The girls who had come over and joined her and Colette were at least slightly less moronic than the rest of the girls. She knew who some of the girls were who weren't with her-Anastasia Montgomery, successful youtuber, Summer Lee, swimmer, Sally Woods, gymnast. And of course she knew who all the girls who she was with were-actresses and models. But the rest of the girls were nobodies! She was disgusted.

"Did you know some of the girls didn't want to wear makeup?" Julie said quietly in a voice full of scorn.

"Apparently they just want to look awful." Colette said, rolling her eyes.

"Or maybe we want to look like a real people instead of a testing strip for cosmetics." Said Anastasia, in a rare twist for her, making Grace, who was within earshot, laugh.

"Want some Aloe Vera?" Grace asked. Lucinda fumed.

"You're wearing makeup." She retorted to Grace. Grace widened her eyes in fake innocence.

"You mean the makeup I'm wearing after I asked my maids not to put any on me?" She asked. Lucinda swore internally. She couldn't think of a response to that, and even if she could have, Grace was already dissapearing into the group of girls with Anastasia. She was going to get Grace for that, and the plane. Grace had better watch her back.

Noah's POV

Noah chewed on the end of a pen, while Emmaline sighed dramatically, flopped in one of the chairs in her room.

"It's not that hard, Noah." She said to her brother, who was sitting at her desk, bored of watching her brother fret over this, and somewhat amused at the same time.

"Yes it is." He insisted stubbornly. He wasn't different from most siblings in that he wouldn't just concede his little sister was right. She sighed again.

"Actually, it is. You have a list of girls you like. So which one did you like best so far?" She asked him. Now it was his turn to sigh, because his sister was right. He pointed with his pen.

"See? Just as easy as I told you it would be." She said, smirking.

"Jerk." He said.

"Yeah yeah yeah, now bring me my leg brace and crutches so I can go tell mom and dad you've finally decided." He laughed, but got them for his sister. She put on the brace and adjusted the crutches, and was away, though not before stopping in the doorway.

"And start writing that note now, because you're probably going to take forever." She said.

"But-"

"I'll tell you all the ways it's wrong later." She yelled as she made her way down the hall, making the guard posted outside her door laugh. He sighed. He had s lot of work to do.

Summer's POV

Summer sat down. Her feet felt better sitting, but they still hurt. Even as she was a two, she usually didn't wear heels-usually it was athletic shoes or ballet flats, and her feet were feeling the difference. She could tell if she kept them on much longer that she would get a blister. Time for a change, methinks, she thought to herself. She remembered her maids telling her if the heels were too bad they had some better shoes in her room. Time to take them up on that offer.

She made her way up to her room, managing not to get lost. In her room, she found her maids idly chatting. When she opened the door, they leapt up.

"Lady Summer, how can we help you?" Asked Natalie, her head maid.

"Um, my shoes were just rubbing a bit because I'm not used to them, and I was wondering if I could switch?" She asked hopefully.

"We don't have flats that will go with your dress..." Said Alicia, one of her other maids. Summer smiled. Almost as if she had anticipated this situation, she'd brought one of the only pairs of heels she owned-a low-ish pair of silver sandal heels. She went over to her bag in her bare feet, dug through it, and found them. She pulled them out, and held them so her maids could assess them. They all nodded.

"Looks good." Said Natalie. Summer slipped them on, and was off again.

Grace's POV

Grace looked at the wall full of pointe shoes, amazed. Her maids had told her about this place, and she was astounded. She'd brought a few pairs of her own, but they were nowhere near the quality of these. Sylvia had told them that dancers were allowed to use these, and that the palace pretty much had this just for the Selected girls, plus any visitors that might be in need of pointe shoes. She picked out a couple of pairs that were similar to her own, only of much higher quality, and new. Hers had been used much more than could be recommended, but she couldn't afford a ton. She grabbed the plastic bags with the shoes and went back to her room to drop them off.

She'd been told that there was a whole gym for the Selected, but they could only use it when Sylvia gave them permission. So far, she hadn't given it to them, though this was their first full day at the palace. Which, when she reached her room with only a small wrong turn that she corrected, was why she was so proud of herself. She opened the door to her room, her maids working on a dress for her. They all looked up at her.

"I just came to drop these here so that they're here." She said. Her maids looked at each other, and her head maid Jasmine stepped up.

"La-Mis-Grace, the Prince dropped off a note while you were gone." She said, smiling a little. She remembered not to call Grace Lady or Miss, as per her request, but it was ingrained in her, and would take some getting used to for her. Grace followed Jasmine's gaze to the table beside her bed where there was an envelope. She looked around, took the shoes out of their bag, and lined them up side-by-side at the edge of her bed.

"What should I do with the bags?" She asked. Raegan, one of her other maids took them from her, and looked at the letter. Grace smiled, and grabbed the letter off the table. She opened the envelope, which was addressed with her name. She took out the sheet of paper inside, and unfolded it.

Grace-

I was wondering if you would like to accompany

me to the archery range tomorrow morning?

Yes, it would be a date.

Send your reply back somehow.

-Noah.

The part about it being a date and the word somehow were both written in what appeared to be a different hand. She looked at her maids for confirmation.

"Is he-"

"He's asking you on the first date!" Raegan squealed.

Okay, so there's another chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed! So I'm going to start doing date chapters-probably a few per chapter, and not all the characters will get a POV, but some will. Some will be like 'so and so went on a date.' from another character's POV.

HestiaAbnegation11-Unicorns are pretty cool, especially when they fart rainbows! I literally made a scratch project that was just unicorns farting rainbows once!

4Love4Love-Even if you don't get dessert all the time, it's still pretty cool! And so are pegasus/pegasi

Alia Sharma-Thanks! I'm in 7th

RQOTD:If you were stuck on a deserted island and could have only one thing, what would it be?

Three wishes, obviously. And I could obviously ask for more wishes.