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Kile shook his head. “You’re really unbelievable.”

“Hush. Go enjoy the party. But first, wait, we have to take off this tie.”

He looked down as I started tugging. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Everything,” I said. “Everything in the universe is wrong with this tie. I bet we could find world peace if we burned it.”

I got it unknotted and wrapped it up in my hand.

“That’s so much better.” I placed the wadded fabric in his palm, grabbed the tiara from his other hand, and placed it on his head. “That really works with your hair.”

He smirked, his eyes staring into mine with amusement. “So, since you don’t want your tiara now, maybe I could give it back to you tonight. I could come by your room, if you like.” Kile bit his lip, and all I could think about was how soft they were.

I swallowed, understanding the unspoken question. “That would be fine,” I answered, fighting a blush. “Maybe around nine?”

“… First of all, it’s strange to think about what it all means. Because you come with a title and a throne and a whole life planned out for you. That’s insane for me to try and take in. And second of all, more than anyone here, I know that you hold your cards close to your chest. A confession like that must be practically painful for you.”

I nodded. “Not that I’m mad that I like you ... except that I kind of am.”

He laughed. “It is rather infuriating.”

“But I need to know, now, before we go any further, do you feel anything like that for me? Even the smallest glimmer of something? Because if not, I have to make plans.”

“And if I do?”

I lifted my arms and let them flop down to my sides again. “Then I still have to make plans, but they’ll be different.”

He sighed heavily. “Turns out you matter to me, too. And I wouldn’t have thought about it except for my designs lately.”

“Uh . . . how romantic?”

He laughed. “No, really, it kind of is. Usually I get excited about designing skyscrapers and homeless shelters, things that someone might remember, or might help people. But the other day I found myself designing you a summerhouse, a miniature palace, maybe something with a vineyard. This morning I got an idea for a beach house.”

I gasped. “I’ve always wanted a beach house!”

“Not that we’d ever get to use it with you running the world and all.”

“It’s a sweet thought all the same.”

He shrugged. “It just seems like everything I want to make lately is something for you.”

I just realized that for years I’ve been picturing Clarkson As the Burger King mascot 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I have not come across any fangirls of Selection series by Kiera Cass. I am feeling sad to just fangirl alone in the fandom, Can you come across me by anyway so that I can reach more people in the fandom cuz fangirling alone sucks! 😔

Hoping to see talking to you.

I came across The Selection Series and its author Kiera Cass in late 2014. I was thirteen. After hearing good reviews about it from friends and online, I decided to get the first book during the Manila International Book Fair that year. I clearly remember wanting to buy it, along with the first book of The Shatter Me Series, because I planned to start getting into trilogies.

The Selection had an interesting plot. Despite not being into dystopias, I enjoy stories that involve princesses and royal politics. Thank you, Barbie movies.

 I loved it completely. The characters were genuine, real, and human, which made them and their stories compelling. There has only been a few books that has hooked me into their worlds like America and Maxon have, and even after a few years I keep coming back. I finished the trilogy, which starred America and Maxon, almost 4 years ago yet whenever little things remind me of their story, I’ll then find myself rereading all three book and the extra chapters of what happens after. The last two books of the series revolved around their daughter yet I’ll read them too, searching for their little moments in the background. 

I fell into that same hole recently. I reread the series again, and though to myself: Why do I enjoy it so much? Was it because it had Maxon, the dreamy prince charming? Was it his undying love for his wife? Was it because America embodied what I always wanted to be? Was it their rollercoaster of a love story? I still do not know.