The Selection (Selection - Trilogy)

sat on the floor, while others pulled a few chairs toward the corner. Kriss stood in the middle of the crowd, clutching her hands with excitement, as Celeste stood by, holding the crystal glass she had yet to take a sip from.
    As the girls settled themselves, I prepped the violin. The quartet of young men who had been playing walked over to support me, and the few waitstaff who had been buzzing about the room became still.
    I took a deep breath and brought the violin to my chin. “For you,” I said, looking at Kriss.
    I let the bow hover above the strings for a moment, closed my eyes, and then let the music come.
    For a while, there was no wicked Celeste, no Aspen lurking in the palace, no rebels trying to invade. There wasn’t anything but one perfect note stringing itself to the next in such a way they seemed afraid they might get lost in time without one another. But they did hold together, and as they floated on, this gift that was meant to be something for Kriss became something for me.
    I might be a Five, but I wasn’t worthless.
    I played the song—as familiar as my father’s voice or the smell of my room—for a few brief, beautiful moments, and then let it come to its unavoidable end. I gave the bow one last sweep across the strings and lifted it into the air.
    I turned to find Kriss, hoping she’d enjoyed her gift, but I didn’t even see her face. Behind the crowd of girls, Maxon had walked in. He was in a gray suit with a box under his arm for Kriss. The girls were kindly applauding, but I couldn’t register the sound. All I saw was that Maxon wore a handsome, awestruck expression, which slowly turned into a smile, a smile for no one but me.
    “Your Majesty,” I said with a curtsy.
    The other girls all clambered to their feet to greet Maxon. In the midst of this, I heard a shocked squeal.
    “Oh, no! Kriss, I’m so sorry.”
    A few girls had gasped in the same direction, and as Kriss turned my way I saw why. Her beautiful dress was stained down the front from Celeste’s punch. It looked like Kriss had been stabbed.
    “I’m sorry, I just turned too fast. I didn’t mean to, Kriss. Let me help you.” To the average person, Celeste’s tone probably sounded sincere, but I could see through it.
    Kriss covered her mouth as she started to cry, then ran from the room, which ended the party. To his credit, Maxon went after her, though I really wished he had stayed.
    Celeste was pleading her case to anyone who would listen, saying it was a complete accident. Tuesday was nodding, saying she saw the whole thing, but there were so many rolling eyes and sagging shoulders from the rest that her support was pointless. I quietly put my violin away and went to leave.
    Marlee grabbed my arm. “Someone should do something about her.”
    If Celeste could move someone as lovely as Anna to violence, or think it was acceptable to try and take the dress off my back, or make someone as good as Marlee come close to anger, then she really was too much for the Selection.
    I had to get that girl out of the palace.

CHAPTER 22
     
    “I’ M TELLING YOU , M AXON, IT wasn’t an accident.” We were in the garden again, passing time until the Report . It had taken me a whole day to get a chance to speak with him.
    “But she looked mortified, and she was so apologetic,” he countered. “How could it not have been an accident?”
    I sighed. “I’m telling you. I see Celeste every day, and that was her sneaky way of ruining Kriss’s moment in the spotlight. She’s so competitive.”
    “Well, if she was trying to take my attention from Kriss, she failed. I spent nearly an hour with the girl. Rather pleasant time I had, too.”
    I didn’t want to hear about that. I knew that there was something small and tenuous between us, and I didn’t want to deal with anything that might change it. Not until I knew how I felt about it myself.
    “Then what about Anna?” I asked.
    “Who?”
    “Anna Farmer? She hit Celeste, and you kicked her out, remember? I know Anna had to have been provoked.”
    “Did you hear Celeste say something?” He sounded skeptical.
    “Well … no. But I knew Anna, and I know Celeste. I’m telling you, Anna was not the type of person to head straight to violence. Celeste must have said something heartless to her for her to have reacted that way.”
    “America, I’m aware that you spend more time with the girls than I do, but how well can you really know them? You like to hide in your room or