Hmm chapter 3...

What new plots are going to unfold in the story?

Hope you enjoy! :)

"Maxon, wait up!" I trailed along behind Maxon as I watched him storm out of the hospital wing. "How was your talk?"

Maxon shrugged his shoulder.

"I heard a bit of shouting."

"My Dear, don't worry about it too much. It doesn't really involve you..." He heaved a sigh. "Just, get back up to the grand hall and celebrate our special day." He gives me a warm smile and lends me his arm to hold on to. I noticed his slight hesitation when he spoke and when his eyes averted my attention, but I could not be bothered about it since I trust Maxon whole-heartedly.

"C'mon, cheer up! It's our wedding day!" I grabbed for his hand and pulled him up the stairs, running.

"Where were you guys?" Marlee rushes over and embraces me.

"Oh we were just downstairs. There was some thing that we had to solve." I smile to reassure her.

"Ooh your first royal problem huh?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly consider it a problem..." I force a giggle.

The girls from the Selection sweeps over and pulls me towards the dance floor.

"C'mon America! Enjoy this night while it lasts! You're only going to have this night once in a lifetime!"

"Hahaha unless..." Kriss smirks.

The other girls stare at her in shock but we just laughed it off.

I have never had so much fun, and I wished the night had never ended.

We danced to all the songs played on the speakers, squealed like giddy little school girls and talked until our mouths were running dry.

Some of the girls started drinking a few glasses of champagne . I might have been a bit too conservative with the numbers; I mean a lot of champagne, probably a bit too much:

"Did you see her dress that she wore to the Selection?"

"Hahaha oh my gosh, she looked like a walking talking tomato!"

"Ugh I'm so drunk... Who am I even kidding, I need more shots!"

This wedding was the first time I had ever met so much people. Even more than the amount of people that usually comes by to watch me perform when I was still a five. Maxon introduced me to all his global partners, political people that he meets for work and all his relatives. I even got to know a few of my dad's relatives/friends from the North.

As part of the ceremony, we had to go around every table in the grand hall to chat with them or what-so-ever. Not to mention there were about a hundred of tables waiting for us to come.

Soon, we finally reached to the table where the Italian ladies sat. Princess Nicoletta immediately stood up and gestured everyone to raise their glasses of wine to make a toast.

I recognized a few other ladies whom I have met when they came over to the palace: Orabella, Noemi etc.

"Congratulations America! I am so happy for you!"

"Oh America! You stole Maxon from me! How dare you!" Noemi said.

"Would you like some more wine in your glass?" Orabella waves her hand.

I jokingly sighed, "Sometimes, people never change." A pointed my finger at the two of them. I mouthed: I'm watching you.

Then, the next table was a bunch of Maxon's friends; but I realized that they were one of the French allies of Illéa. Sitting at the table was the King and Queen of France, some of their relatives or friends, and their daughter: Daphne. Suppose they had to be invited to the wedding, since they were childhood friends and their fathers were close.

I would admit I guess, that Daphne was pretty. She had deep blue eyes that sometimes made you feel like you were staring at the deep blue sea. She was smiling and all, but her eyes seemed to say as if she was about to storm off.

I smiled warmly to everyone at the table and greeted them.

"Hi, as you know this is my wife - America." Maxon said.

"Ah yes! Maxon you are very lucky to marry such a beautiful woman." The King of France said.

"Thanks," I smiled at the compliment. The King and Queen turned to Daphne as if waiting for her to say something. She seemed to have caught the hint and straightened herself.

"Congratulations to the both of you. I hope you have a very nice life together."

If Daphne had not meant that at all she must have been taking really good acting classes.

"How are you Daphne?" Maxon asks.

"Im good."

Well that was awkward.

"Okay, we have to move along to the other tables now," Maxon breaks the ice. "Cheers to everyone." Daphne smiles and turns to a complete poker-face.

After the hundred tables of greeting I returned to my friends had the time of our lives.

It was past midnight, Maxon and I had just finished saying our goodbyes to our guests. We even managed to get the drunk girls into their cars.

"I don't wanna leave!" A girl moaned like a kid. "I want to stay here - forever!"

Thanks goodness for the guards and Maxon to help carry them into their rides.

I was tidying the tables and making sure all the decorations are stored in the correct boxes. I tip-toe with my heels to try and reach for this streamer that was hung high up. Then I feel a pair of strong arms lifting me up, Maxon looks up at me.

"Oh my gosh thanks!" I stretch and yanked the streamer off the wall.

"Couldn't risk watching you trip yourself. You might end up in a sick bed next to my dad."

"Oh stop it."

I lightly punch him in the arm, but it felt like a hit myself against a soft rock.

A maid wobbles over towards us and takes the streamers from my arms.

"Your highnesses, we can take it from here. I don't want to seem like I'm giving you any orders but you should go to sleep now, it's past midnight." She says it earnestly.

"Oh okay then, thank you so much."

Maxon lets me hold his arm and leads me upstairs to his room...

More wonders fill my head...

It would seem interesting if I included different POVs... What is your opinion? :O

Oh yeah, btw a guest wasn't so pleased with how I portrayed America,

so does anyone have any suggestions/comments on the way how I portray her? Feel free to comment!