“True,” Miss Marlee agreed. “That’s no small feat.”
I pulled a couple of the forms over, picking through them.
“So how are you feeling?” Aunt May asked. “Is everything ready to go?”
“I think so.” I flipped over an application, scanning for something that might seem remotely interesting. I just didn’t care. “For a while everyone was in such a tizzy I thought it might never end. It looks like all the rooms are finished, the food calculations have been made, and now that the list is official, travel arrangements should be done by tomorrow.”
“You sound positively thrilled,” May teased, poking me.
I sighed, then looked pointedly at Mom. “You might as well know, this isn’t completely about me.”
“What do you mean, honey?” Miss Lucy asked, setting her pile of papers on her lap, looking between Mom and me with concern.
“Of course we’re hoping Eadlyn will find someone worthy of settling down with,” Mom began shrewdly. “But as it happens, this is coming at a time when we were in need of a plan to calm the unrest over the castes.”
“Ames!” May said. “Your daughter is a decoy?”
“No!”
“Yes,” I muttered. Aunt May rubbed my back, and it made me feel so much better to have her there.
“Sooner or later, we would have needed to look at suitors, and this isn’t binding. Eadlyn has an agreement with Maxon that if she doesn’t fall in love, then the whole thing is off. However, yes, Eadlyn is doing her job as a member of the royal family by creating a little . . . diversion while the population cools down and we investigate what more we could do. And, might I add, it’s working.”
“It is?” I asked.
“Haven’t you looked at the papers? You’re the center of everything right now. Local papers are interviewing their candidates, and some provinces are holding parties, hoping their suitor will be the winner. Magazines are talking about possible front-runners, and I saw a segment on the news last night about a few girls who were forming fan clubs and wearing shirts with the names of their favorites plastered all over them. The Selection has consumed the entire country.”
“It’s true,” Miss Marlee confirmed. “Kile living in the palace is no longer a secret.”
“Have they also discovered he has no interest in participating?” I asked, more irritation in my voice than I intended. Miss Marlee wasn’t to blame for this whole debacle.
“No,” she answered with a laugh. “Again, though, that has nothing to do with you.”
I smiled back. “Miss Marlee, you heard Mom. He doesn’t need to worry. I think Kile and I already know we wouldn’t be that great of a match, and there’s a chance I’ll walk away from this without a fiancé anyway.” A one hundred percent chance, to be more accurate. “Don’t worry about him hurting my feelings, because I’m just seeing how it goes,” I replied, as if this was normal, bringing in a slew of boys for me to pick from. “I’m not upset.”
“You said it’s taken over everything,” May began, concerned. “Do you think it will last?”
“I think it’ll hold things off long enough for the people to forget some of the unhappiness that’s been so prevalent lately and for us to come up with a way to address issues if they pop up again.” Mom sounded confident.
“When they pop up,” I corrected. “My life might be exciting for a while, but eventually people will start worrying about themselves again.” I went back to looking at the pictures, almost pitying these boys. They had no chance of winning and no idea they were part of a public distraction.
“This is strange,” I said, picking up one of the applications. “I don’t want to be judgmental, but look at this. I caught three different spelling mistakes on this one.”
Mom took the form. “It’s possible he was nervous.”
“Or an idiot,” I offered.
May chuckled.
“Don’t be so harsh, sweetie. It’s scary on their end, too.” Mom handed me the form, and I clipped it back to a picture of a boy with a very innocent face and a head full of wild blond curls.
“Wait, are you scared?” Aunt May asked, worry on my behalf coating her voice.
“No, of course not.”
Her expression relaxed back into its normal, beautiful, carefree state. “Can’t imagine you being scared of anything.” She winked at me.
It was comforting that at least one of us thought so.
CHAPTER 9
WHEN THEY STARTED POURING IN, I fled to my room, sketching in the sunlight on my balcony. Too many boisterous laughs and overly enthusiastic greetings. I wondered how long that camaraderie would last. This was a competition, after all. I mentally added finding ways to pit them against one another to my to-do list.
“I think we should put my hair up, Neena. I want to look mature today.”
“Excellent choice, my lady.” She scrubbed at my nails. “Any thoughts on a dress?”
“I’m thinking evening gown. Black would do nicely.”
She chuckled. “Looking to scare them?”