The Elite (Selection)

to correct me. Their English was impressive, and we doted on one another’s hairstyles and dresses. It seemed we’d made a good first impression appearance-wise, and that helped me relax.
    I ended up settling in for most of the party next to Orabella and Noemi, two of the princess’s cousins.
    “This is delicious!” Orabella cried, raising her glass of wine.
    “We’re glad you like it,” I replied, worrying that I was coming across as too shy. They were so loud when they talked.
    “You must have some!” she insisted. I hadn’t had anything to drink since Halloween, and I wasn’t very fond of alcohol in the first place. I didn’t want to be rude, though, so I took the glass she handed me and sipped.
    It was incredible. Champagne was all bubbles; but the deep, red wine had several flavors overlapping, each coming to the forefront in its own time.
    “Mmmm.” I sighed.
    “Now, now,” Noemi said, drawing my attention to her. “This Maxon, he is handsome. How can I get into the Selection?”
    “A heap of paperwork,” I joked.
    “That’s all? Where’s my pen?”
    Orabella cut in. “I will take some of this paper, too. I would love to take Maxon home with me.”
    I laughed. “Trust me, it’s a bit of a mess in here.”
    “You need more wine,” Noemi insisted.
    “Absolutely!” Orabella seconded, and they called over a butler to refill my glass.
    “Have you ever been to Italy?” Noemi asked.
    I shook my head. “Before the Selection, I’d never even left my province.”
    “You must come!” Orabella insisted. “You can stay with me anytime.”
    “You always hog the company,” Noemi complained. “She stays with me.”
    I felt the wine warming me all over, and their excitement was making me almost too happy.
    “So, is he a good kisser?” Noemi asked.
    I choked a little on the sip I was taking, pulling the glass away to laugh. I was trying not to give too much away, but they knew.
    “How good?” Orabella demanded. When I didn’t answer, she waved her hand. “Have some more wine!” she exclaimed.
    I pointed an accusing finger at them, realizing what they were doing. “You two are nothing but trouble!”
    They threw back their heads laughing, and I couldn’t help but join them. Admittedly, girl talk was much more tempting when we weren’t all competing for the same boy, but I couldn’t get too drawn into this.
    I stood to leave before I ended up passed out under the table. “He’s very romantic. When he wants to be,” I said. They clapped and laughed as I walked away, smiling at how playful they were.
    After I got some water and food in me, I played some of the folk songs I’d learned on my violin, and most of the room sang along. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Silvia taking notes and tapping her foot to the beat at the same time.
    When Kriss got up and proposed a toast to the queen and Silvia for their help, the room applauded them. When I raised my glass to our guests, they shrieked with delight, downing their glasses and then throwing them against the walls. Kriss and I weren’t expecting that and shrugged before tossing ours as well.
    The poor maids scuttled around to clean the shattered pieces as the band started up again and the whole room began to dance. Perhaps the highlight was Natalie on top of the table, doing some kind of dance that made her look like an octopus.
    Queen Amberly sat in a corner, speaking jovially with the Italian queen. I felt a rush of accomplishment at the sight and was so engrossed, I nearly jumped when Elise addressed me.
    “Yours is better,” she said reluctantly but genuinely. “You two really pulled together an incredible reception.”
    “Thanks. I was worried for a while—we got off to such a bad start.”
    “I know. That makes it even more impressive. It looks like you two have been working for weeks.” She looked around the room, staring longingly at the bright decor.
    I put a hand on her shoulder. “You know, Elise, anyone could see yesterday that you worked the hardest on your team. I’m sure Silvia will make sure Maxon knows that.”
    “You think?”
    “Of course. And I promise, if this is some sort of a competition and you lose, I’ll tell Maxon myself what a good job you did.”
    She squinted her already thin eyes. “You would do that?”
    “Sure. Why not?” I said with a smile.
    Elise shook her head. “I really admire you for how you are. Honest, I guess. But you need to realize we’re competing, America.” My