It was almost time.

Everything in the house was silent other than our television. Tonight was the night that Illea Weekly announces the selected girls.

"Alyssa Brian, from Belcourt."
Not me.
"Maria Riley, from Allens."
Not me.
"Diana Elise, from Calargy."
Not me.

All of my family is gathered in the living room, dying to hopefully hear my name. My sister was about to go crazy, her foot tapping. My brother was on the edge of his chair as if he got closer her head it first.

My mom was busing her hands by sewing a dress. My dad was stuffing his face with food. Me? I was doing all of thee above. My feet were hitting the carpet, I was barely on the couch, my hands were sewing a dress faster that ever.

"Lillian Kirov, from Zuni."
Me.

We all take a second to process this. I'm the first one to talk. Well, I scream.

I jump from the couch and ran to hug my sister. We jump in place and squeal.

I, Lillian Kirov, have been selected to try and marry the Prince.