Hi guys! This is my first time writing fanfiction, so sorry if it's bad. :) Thanks for reading!

I was awakened by the sun slanting through my window, casting a warm glow upon my eyelids. Sitting up in bed, I was blissfully happy for one moment, until the memories came rushing back. King Clarkson's threats, Maxon giving me a second chance, and humiliating myself in front of the entire country. To top it all off, I had to regain Maxon's trust in order to win his love. "Not a very good start to my day." I grumbled, climbing out of bed.

I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called. The door opened, and my maids, Mary, Lucy, and Anne walked in. "Good morning, Lady America." Anne greeted. "Time to get you ready for breakfast. Now that the stakes are higher, your appearance is everything." They ushered me into the bathroom, combing my hair and applying makeup. Apparently appearance was everything, for it took them an hour just to get me ready for breakfast! "Do you really think this is necessary girls? I mean, why can't I just look like I do everyd-" I was cut off by Mary. "This isn't normal anymore, Miss America. You have to look and act like a queen in order to become a queen." Lucy picked out a dress, too fancy for breakfast, I thought, but these girls knew how a queen was supposed to look. They slipped it over my head, and I turned to look in the mirror.

I barely recognized myself. This was a real lady, with her elegant form and hair. Not me-America Singer. My dress was a shimmering powder blue, flowing and soft, making me look graceful and regal. My hair was in an elegant up do, with a few wispy pieces framing my face. The makeup was light, not yet so light that it was unnoticeable. The outcome was amazing-I was transformed. "You look beautiful my lady." Lucy said. I thanked them, and with a smile on my face, headed down stairs. Nothing- not even King Clarkson- could stand in my way of earning Maxon's complete love.

As I walked into the dining hall, I received glances from everyone, but thankfully nothing more. I walked to my seat and sat down, then helped myself to delicious looking golden waffles, fruit, and crispy bacon. As I started eating, Maxon stood and spoke. "Ladies, I understand that the last rebel attack was far more alarming than the others, and if you would like to go home, you may. I will be in my room later if you want to discuss this. Thank you for being so patient during this process of me choosing a wife. After the Thanksgiving feast, I will be making another elimination. Excuse me." He walked out of the room. Kriss stood and left, with Elise following shortly after. Now it was Celeste, the royal family, and me. I stuffed my food in my mouth, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. "Lady America, it would be quite unfortunate if you choked on your food before the Selection was over," King Clarkson said, not at all looking like it would be unfortunate. Celeste shot me a satisfied smirk, which I ignored. "Yes your majesty, it would be." was my reply. I slowed down, chewing then swallowing methodically, until my plate was clean. Then I excused myself, heading up to my room.