Eris' POV

There may have been a few strings pulled to get me into the Selection, but it was for a good reason. As a a detective with my brother, Galaxy, we had gotten wind of rebels getting involved with the Selection. Nothing too certain but we didn't want to take any chances so I was pretty much going to get to compete for the prince and keep and eye out for anything suspicious. I get to go to the palace for this job. I've got to say, I can't complain about that.

I looked over the notes I had in my notebook on the flight to Angeles. I didn't have much to go on. Apparently someone in Fennely had heard people talking in an alley about the caste system,Gregory Illéa, and a bit about the Selection. Obviously at least one of them was a rebel from what we heard. What was heard though, truly wasn't helpful. I would just have to try my best to find evidence of rebels in the palace once I got there.

As I was writing any ideas that came into my head, my cat, Chocola, started meowing from beneath my seat. I subtly kicked her crate and she stopped. It may be odd to bring my cat with me to the palace, but I couldn't just leave her even if my brother was staying back. Chocola and my brother are all I have left of my family, and so what if she is a cat. She is a reminder of my family. Besides it's easy enough to lock her up in my room during the day.

When it was announced we were landing soon I looked over the aisle where Kimari Tatsumi was seated. This wasn't the first time I'd met her...unfortunately. She was a downright nasty girl that I'd sadly met before. She was the assistant director of Tatsumi Communications Co. Legendia Sector. And the Legendia sector was literally just another name her dad had given to the province of Zuni. I know, it's strange. My brother and I had done business with them and needless to say Kimari and I did not get along.

The third girl on the jet was a bit farther back. I believe her name was Haven Sparks. I had spoken to her earlier very formerly. I pretty much told her my name and she told me hers and then the conversation was over. I can't say that I'm very warm around strangers, but hopefully I'll get to know some of these girls.

The jet landed and I put my stuff in my messenger bag and grabbed the crate from under my seat. This was certainly going to be one of my more interesting jobs. For goodness sake, I was actually going to the palace.

Claretta's POV

It was unexpected to find hundreds of people awaiting us at the airport in Angeles. There were ropes blocking the crowds off from a walkway so that we could make our way out of the building and tons of guards stood along the path. I was the first off the plane and found a big smile form on my face when people started cheering. I gave them all a wave and blowed them a few kisses making them get all the more excited. This was amazing. The excitement level is so high, and I loved it! As a party planner, these are the kind of people I like.

The other girls on the jet with me came out and the noise doubled. Skye Gallagher put a hand on her hip and put a seductive smile on her face. She was working the cameras and I rolled my eyes a bit at that. Once a model always model I suppose. Zella Simmons just put a small smile on her face and lifted her head a bit more. She had come off a bit intimidating to me when I had tried to talk to her earlier even though we are both twos so technically we are on the same level. Not that the castes matter in the Selection. I knew one thing from being on a plane with these girls though; they were certainly not going to be the girls I get close to. I could only hope not all girls were like these two. Maybe it was just first impressions but I'm not so sure.

As we walked I noticed lots of signs sprinkled throughout the crowd with all the girls' names on various ones. I saw many with my name on it and when I could I would blow those people kisses. I also saw Zella's and Skye's names on quite a few signs as well. Being twos, all three of us were already pretty well known even before the candidates for the Selection were announced.

We got to the car almost too quickly in my opinion. I had found myself having a great time just walking through the airport. I couldn't imagine what the rest of the competition would be like, but I was excited.

Jordyn's POV

Coming upon the walls of the palace was an incredible sight. The car me and two other girls in rolled right up to the gates and we were let in. It was amazing. "Wow," a girl named Isadora murmured going right against the window to get a better look. I joined her in looking up close and we were both taken aback by the beauty of the palace. It was even more beautiful than we could imagine.

The driver pulled up right in front and opened the door for us. The first girl to get out of the car was Artemis Russo. She was certainly one of the rudest girls I've met. She's been made bitter by being a five, but I'm a six and better behaved than her so I can't stand it. I also don't think the prince will take it for long either though, so hopefully I won't be seeing much of her.

I let Isadora get out first and I followed her. She seemed sweet but was awkward around me and didn't seem to want to talk to me. Perhaps it was because she was a two and I'm a six. Therefore we're not the same, and maybe I'm a bit dirty to her. Oh well, I suppose that'll be a problem as a six.

The three of us were led into a massive room full of vanities and racks of clothes. The makeover room I suppose. We were each led to our own station and sat down. I looked into the mirror in front of me and couldn't help but wonder what I was in for. Some stylists came over to me and started to examine me. "Not bad, we shall start then." the first one, a middle aged looking woman, said and she brought me to wash me off and wax any unwanted hair off my body.

After I was scrubbed clean of any sort of dirt I was brought back to the original vanity and sat down once again. The stylists set to work with my makeup and hair. I closed my eyes and let them do their work, I trusted their work would turn out well.

When they were finished, my long dark hair was curled and was given a burgundy ombré. I'll admit, it turned out good. I was bustled over to a clothing rack and was given a simple long maroon dress with expertly stitched folds. A photographer took a picture of my after the makeover look and I had a genuine smile on my face. This pampering, I'll admit, felt very nice.

Alissa's POV

All thirty-five of us were seated at a long table in the great hall. A few of the girls were glancing around the large room as if hoping the prince would walk in at any given moment, and I'll admit I may have glanced at the door once or twice but more out of nerves.

When the sound of the door opening echoed through the room every single one of us sat up a bit more and fixed our dresses or hair. Some girls let out disappointed sighs as it was only Silvia walking over to us. "Yes, yes I know I'm not the prince. I'm just going to run over some proper manners for those of you who may not be as educated in that manner." Silvia told us while very visibly glancing at the eight, Infinity.

As a three, I already knew my fair share of manners so I only half paid attention. My mind drifted off to my father, who was truly the main reason why I was here. He had always wished for me to be in the prince's Selection and have me become royalty. Even if it wasn't exactly what I wanted he only wished the best for me. He passed away when I was fourteen, and now at eighteen years old I feel like I'm fulfilling his last desire.

Silvia demonstrated a curtsy and I turned to the girl next to me who was very clearly not listening much like me. She was picking at her nails and she looked up just in time to see me looking at her. She lifted an eyebrow as in asking what I wanted and I tried to just give her a small smile.

"What's your, like, caste?" she asked me her with her voice accented like a valley girl. I was a bit taken aback that she didn't ask my name first but I answered her nonetheless, "I'm a three." Her lip curled a little in disgust which caught me off guard because it's not like a three is a low caste. So then she must be a two. "Shouldn't you be paying, like, actual attention the new?" I had to try hard to keep my eye from twitching in distaste because of her. "I can assure you I know my manners," I informed her curtly and she rolled her eyes returning to picking at her nails. I read her name card; she was Lady Cadence from Midston. I'd be sure to keep my distance from her.

Once Silvia had finished her demonstrations food was brought out for us and we all satisfied our hunger. It seemed that we wouldn't be meeting Prince Noah until the next day. It would be an interesting day.

Alright here it is! That took a while, I know, but now I can really get rolling with the story hopefully with quicker updates. Thanks for reading! In the next chapter the girls will begin to meet the prince.