The Selection (Selection - Trilogy)

The last time I’d had steak was for Christmas a few years ago. I knew Mom did her best, but it was nothing like this. So juicy, so tender, so flavorful. I wanted to ask someone else if this wasn’t the best steak they’d ever had. If Marlee had been nearby, I would have. I took a tentative peek around the room. Marlee was chattering quietly with the people around her.
    How did she manage to do that? Hadn’t that same clip declared her one of the immediate favorites? How did she get people to talk to her?
    Dessert was an assortment of fruits in vanilla ice cream. It was like I’d never eaten before. If this was food, what had I been putting in my mouth up to this point? I thought of May and her equal love for all things sweet. She would have loved this. I bet she would have excelled here.
    We weren’t allowed to leave dinner until everyone had finished, and after that we were under strict orders to go straight to bed.
    “You’ll be meeting Prince Maxon in the morning, and you’ll want to look your best,” Silvia instructed. “He is someone in this room’s future husband, after all.”
    A few girls sighed at the thought.
    The click and clack of shoes up the stairs was quieter this time around. I couldn’t wait to get out of mine. Out of the dress, too. I had one set of clothes from home in my backpack and was debating putting them on just to feel like myself for a moment.
    We dispersed at the top of the stairs, each girl heading off to her own room. Marlee pulled me aside.
    “Are you okay?” she asked.
    “Yes. It’s just that some of the girls were looking at me funny during dinner.” I tried not to come across as whiny.
    “They’re just a little nervous because everyone liked you so much,” she said, waving off their behavior.
    “But the people liked you, too. I saw the signs. Why weren’t the girls being mean to you?”
    “You haven’t spent a whole lot of time with groups of girls, have you?” She was smiling slyly, like I should know what was happening.
    “No. Just my sisters mostly,” I confessed.
    “Homeschooled?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, I get tutored with a bunch of other Fours back home, all girls, and they each have their ways of getting under other people’s skin. See, it’s all about knowing the person, figuring out what will bug them the most. Lots of girls give me backhanded compliments, or little remarks, things like that. I know I come across as bubbly, but I’m shy underneath that, and they think they can wear me down with words.”
    I scrunched my forehead. They did that on purpose?
    “For you, someone kind of quiet and mysterious—”
    “I’m not mysterious,” I interrupted.
    “You are a little. And sometimes people don’t know whether to interpret silence as confidence or fear. They’re looking at you like you’re a bug so maybe you’ll feel like you are one.”
    “Huh.” That kind of made sense. I wondered what I was doing, if I was picking away at others’ insecurities somehow. “What do you do? When you want to get the best of them, I mean?”
    She smiled. “I ignore it. I know one girl at home who gets so irritated when she can’t bother you, she just ends up sulking. So don’t worry,” she said. “All you have to do is not let them know they’re getting to you.”
    “They’re not.”
    “I almost believe you … but not quite.” She laughed a little, a warm sound that evaporated in the quiet hallway. “Can you believe we meet him in the morning?” she asked, moving on to more important things in her eyes.
    “No, actually, I can’t.” Maxon seemed like a ghost haunting the palace—implied but never really there.
    “Well, good luck tomorrow.” And I could tell she meant it.
    “Better luck to you, Marlee. I’m sure Prince Maxon will be more than pleased to meet you.” I squeezed her hand one time.
    She smiled in a way that was both excited and timid and walked off to her room.
    When I got to mine, Bariel’s door was still open, and I heard her muttering something to a maid. She caught sight of me and slammed the door in my face.
    Thanks for that.
    My maids were there, of course, waiting to help me wash and undress. My nightgown, a flimsy little green thing, had been laid out for me on the bed. Kindly, none of them had touched my bag.
    They were efficient but purposeful. They obviously had this end-of-the-day routine down, but they didn’t rush through it. I suppose the effect was meant to be soothing, but I was ready to have them