The look in Marlee's eyes was triumphant, and the smile hiding behind her cup of tea said, 'Gotcha'!

The Selection was no longer something that was simply happening to me, but something I was actively a part of. I was an Elite.

The Swendish queen— whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.