I'm finally posting once again. I believe I haven't posted since March, so I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been busy in my life, and I've kind of had a "discovery" period of myself. I went back and read this whole fanfiction again, and I realized how cringe-y it could be. I'm hoping that I can fix that in these new chapters because I believe I have become a slightly better writer. I won't have that much time to write, but I hope I'll be able to write more now. I'm currently taking a college class as a sophomore in high school, so there's going to be a lot of homework this year for school. I hope to get somewhere with this story this year, but we'll see how much I post. I have an idea of where this story is going, but I don't know how I will end it. Right now, I don't plan to end it any time soon. I still have about ten bullet points that I want to include in this fanfiction. I plan to post more specials as well. I also reread The Selection this summer, so hopefully, these chapters will be more accurate to the original story.

I would also like to say that I have grown up, so there will be more swear words in the coming chapters, along with more mature things discussed. I'll try to keep it somewhat clean, but it's just who I am now.

This chapter is just meh, sorry. It's a setup to the next chapter, so it's kind of just filler, but it's explaining future events. It's all in Bella's POV.

-CL

"There are two weeks until the wedding, Bella!" America squeals. She holds up her bridesmaid dress, looking at herself in the mirror. The dress lays on her small bump. She's four months pregnant, and she's excited that she's in her second trimester. I look at her in the mirror and smile. She catches my eye and smiles back.

"That dress will look great on you, Mer," I say. It's a rose gold dress, with a halter neckline and a white fur shawl over it. The dress has ruffles to the bottom of her stomach, hiding the small bump. America doesn't want the public to know quite yet.

America sets the dress down and looks at me. "Are you ok, Bella?" She comes and takes my hands in hers. "You've seemed…different recently," she says, looking me up and down.

"I'm ok, America. Really," I say, lifting her hands so I can inspect her nails. "Your nails, on the other hand, aren't doing so hot."

America giggles, but then turns serious. "Well, if you need anything, you know where I'll be. Oh, I've got to pee and sit. I'll come back tomorrow, Bella," America says, gives me a wave, and exits the room.

I sigh and turn to America's dress. I put it in the garment bag, zip it up, and put it in the closet. I throw myself into my bed and scream into my pillow. All of this stress about the wedding has been wearing me down. I can't function right, and now I'm going to try on my dress. I don't want to get out of my bed, but I force myself to. I touch up my makeup, put up my hair with my jaw clip, and head to the fitting room, a.k.a the Women's Room. I put a smile on my face and opened the door. I see a rack of wedding dresses, a tri-fold mirror, and a woman putting the finishing touches on a dress.

When the woman saw me, she stood up and curtsied. "I'm Celine, Your Highness," she says, standing up.

"Oh please, don't both with the formalities. I'm Bella to you," I say, walking over to her. "It's nice to meet you, Celine." I glance at the dress that she was wearing. "Oh, I love your dress!" It's a sleek, simple, black dress, yet it accents all of her curves. Her dark skin is flawless, with just a hint of makeup. Her hair is naturally down, reaching her waist.

"Thank you so much, Your-...Bella," she corrects. She looks around, scared.

"Don't worry, no one will hurt you because you called me Bella," I say with a giggle. She smiles sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. It's just that this is my first job at this fashion company, and I'm scared I'm going to lose my job if I screw up one thing," she says.

"Oh, I bet you'll do great! Now, can I see the selection you brought?"

Celine drags the dress rack over to the mirror and has me stand on the stool. "We'll start with a ball gown style dress," Celine says, pulling out two dresses. I try them both on, but I'm not liking them.

"They are too similar to what I wear whenever there is an important event. Is there something a bit different?"

"Of course," Celine says, pulling out five more dresses. We try on an A-line, a jumpsuit, a mini, a slip, and a slip. "Bella, I think this might be the one." Celine finishes zipping the dress up and I turn to look at myself in the mirror. "Oh my gosh," I say. It's a white, mermaid-style wedding dress with off-the-shoulder long lace sleeves. I love it. But then I see it hugs my stomach a little too tightly. "Oh, um…it's a little tight at the stomach. Can you adjust the size?"

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry. This one can't be fitted. I'm sure we can find something else to wear…"

"Oh, no. I'll take this one, but I'll take the A-line as a backup," I say, already motioning for her to take off the dress.

"Of course. I don't think there will need to be alterations made to the A-line because it fitted you perfectly. I'll zip both of these up in garment bags and then just put them in your closet until the wedding day," Celine says, already getting to work.

It's a good half an hour later when I'm finally saying goodbye to Celine. "Thank you so much," I say, "and good luck with the new job!" She smiles and waves, walking out the door. I drop the smile as I turn and go to my bedroom. I throw open the door, hang up the dresses, close the door, and flop down onto the bed. I'm going to have to eat less…or not eat at all, I think. I'll start today. Since I decided not to eat dinner, I get ready for bed and fall asleep.