Hello lovely readers! This is my first time ever to use Fan Fiction, and I most likely have already messed something up. Well, This book/ story is a different ending to The One. I promise even though in this book Maxon Proposes to Kriss, America will see Maxon again. Well here is chapter one! Disclaimer: All rights to the wonderful Kiera Cass

CHAPTER ONE:

The second Maxon got down on one knee and Kriss said yes of course, I zoned out. I went into an alternate universe where it was I Maxon was looking lovingly at not Kriss. I shattered. My smile fell off my face and landed on the floor. I was brought back to reality by Celeste dragging me off the stage and demanding to know what the hell went wrong.

" Why aren't you the one with the ring right now?" she asked

"Something's just aren't meant to be." I muttered.

" Well, lift you head up, and strut in that room. Flirt with every guard, and smile like you are so happy that you could cry. Tears of joy, that is."

" Ceslete, I do not think I can do that." I whispered

"Sure you can. Fake it. Do not let him see you break." she encouraged

" Thanks" I hugged her, thankful for our new friendship.

I walked in to the room, downed a glass of Champaign, and was ready to put on the biggest performance of my life. I walked right over to Kriss, hugged her and told her I was so happy for her, and I was glad that we were friends. I started talking to all of the guards as Celeste told me too. I said goodbye to all the eliminated selection girls. Maxon was next. He was the one who was hardest to face. I looked him in the eye and told him I hope he has a great life. His smile sagged as I said that. Looking down and walking away before I could make a fool of myself. He caught my wrist and pulled me back toward him.

"America..."

"No, Maxon do not start. We have both made mistakes. I think you just made the worst one yet. But that was all you. I have explained and apologized for Aspen. There is nothing lift for you to say. Goodbye Maxon."

He released my arm as I walked out of the room. The second I was in the hall I burst into tears. Sobs racked my body as I ran up the stairs into my room. Well, it is not my room any more.

"Lady America..." Anne started.

Lucy just ran to me and hugged me. I would miss her so much. I would miss them all.

" I really thought you would win." Lucy cried into my shoulder.

Mary and Anne joined our hug, and wee all collapsed on the floor, hoping that if we close our eyes for long enough that the last hour would disappear. A few minutes later, we all got up, and started to pack. I did not have very much to take with me, since I would not need ball gowns back in Carolina. Silvia ran in to the room looking around frantically. She laid eyes on me and sighed.

" Oh, America, chin up. This is not an ending, but a beginning."

" But, Silvia, what if I don't want it to end I don't want a beginning."

" Well, that is not your choice. Oh! I almost forgot why I came!" She looked down and held out her phone.

" Princess Nicoletta wishes to speak with you." I took the phone without hesitation, not wanting to wait to talk to my friend.

"Nicoletta?" Silvia shot me a disapproving look for not using her title.

" Oh America! How are you doing? Well, I guess that is a rhetorical question. Odiously you are not doing well... "

" I'm not doing great, but I will be okay."

" I'm glad to hear that because I wanted to invite you to Italy. To stay with me for a while. As I hear you are very good at planning parties, and my birthday just happens to be a few weeks away!"

"Nicoletta I would love too!"

" I'm so glad to hear that America. The only thing is my private jet is in Illea right now, and is being flown back tonight, so you would have to leave now."

" That is no problem, I was packing just before you called. I will just have to say bye to my family then I will be on my way!"

"Wonderful, I'll give Silvia the information! I'm so glad you are coming!"

"I'll see you soon! Bye!" I handed the phone to Sylvia feeling a little happier. She gave me a questioning look and took the phone. With a hello, your highness she left the room. I turned to my maids and said,

"Well, it looks like I will be needing all of those dresses after all, I'm going to Italy." They all squealed with excitement, and went back to packing.