Free The Selection (Selection - Trilogy) by Kiera Cass

“Of course, dear girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of everything. They’ll train you for this kind of thing at the palace. You’ll need it.”
    The mayor then told the gathered crowd of my attributes, slyly mentioning that I was very intelligent and attractive for a Five. He didn’t seem too bad a guy, but sometimes even the nicer members of the upper castes were condescending.
    I caught Aspen’s face once more as my eyes swept the crowd. He looked pained. It was the polar opposite of the face he’d worn with Brenna a few minutes ago. Another game? I broke my gaze.
    The mayor finished speaking, and I smiled and everyone cheered, as if he’d just given the most inspiring speech known to man.
    And suddenly it was time to say good-bye. Mitsy, my aide, told me to say my farewells quietly and briefly, and then she’d escort me back to the car that would take me to the airport.
    Kota hugged me, telling me he was proud of me. Then, not so subtly, he told me to mention his art to Prince Maxon. I wiggled out of that embrace as gracefully as I could.
    Kenna was crying.
    “I barely see you as it is. What will I do when you’re gone?” she cried.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll be home soon enough.”
    “Yeah, right! You’re the most beautiful girl in Illéa. He’ll love you!”
    Why did everyone think it all came down to beauty? Maybe it did. Maybe Prince Maxon didn’t need a wife to speak to, just someone to look pretty. I actually shivered, considering that as my future. But there were many girls much more attractive than me going.
    Kenna was hard to hug over her pregnant belly, but we managed. James, who I really didn’t know that well, hugged me, too. Then it was Gerad.
    “Be a good boy, okay? Try the piano. I’ll bet you’re amazing. I expect to hear it all when I come home.”
    Gerad just nodded, abruptly sad. He threw his tiny arms around me.
    “I love you, America.”
    “I love you, too. Don’t be sad. I’ll be home soon.”
    He nodded again, but crossed his arms to pout. I’d had no idea he’d take my leaving this way. It was the exact opposite of May. She was bouncing on her toes, absolutely giddy.
    “Oh, America, you’re going to be the princess! I know it!”
    “Oh, hush! I’d rather be an Eight and stay with you any day. Just be good for me, and work hard.”
    She nodded and bounced some more, and then it was time for Dad, who was close to tears.
    “Daddy! Don’t cry.” I fell into his arms.
    “Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.”
    “Oh, Daddy.” I finally started to cry. That was all it took to unleash the fear, the sadness, the worry, the nerves—the one sentence that meant none of it mattered.
    If I came back used and unwanted, he’d still be proud of me.
    It was too much to bear, to be loved that much. I’d be surrounded by scores of guards at the palace, but I couldn’t imagine a place safer than my father’s arms. I pulled away and turned to hug Mom.
    “Do whatever they tell you. Try to stop sulking and be happy. Behave. Smile. Keep us posted. Oh! I just knew you’d turn out to be special.”
    It was meant to be sweet, but it wasn’t what I needed to hear. I wished she could have said that I was already something special to her, like I was to my father. But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that’s what mothers did.
    “Lady America, are you ready?” Mitsy asked. My face was away from the crowd, and I quickly wiped away my tears.
    “Yes. All ready.”
    My bag was waiting in the shiny white car. This was it. I started to walk to the edge of the stage to the stairs.
    “Mer!”
    I turned. I’d know that voice anywhere.
    “America!”
    I searched and found Aspen’s flailing arms. He was pushing the crowd aside, people protesting at his not-so-gentle shoves.
    Our eyes met.
    He stopped and stared. I couldn’t read his face. Worry? Regret? Whatever it was, it was too late. I shook my head. I was