Chapter 0109
“Things haven’t been easy between you and me,” he said. “But I’m thinking that should change.”
“What do you suggest?”
He glanced back to Elva. Her flower crown stayed together this time. Smiling wide, she placed it on her
head.
“Let’s be friends,” he said. Surprised, I looked at him. He watched me a moment, before adding, “For
Elva’s sake.”
“I’d like that.”
Just then, Elva ran over to us and offered her flower crown–to Nicholas. He dipped his head low to
accept it.
Later that afternoon, the other girls and I were brought into the parlor for an announcement regarding
the next challenge.
I had been in the room for approximately two minutes when the snickering began. It seemed, from what
I could overhear, that the girls had found out about my secret rendezvous with Julian and were most
displeased.
As someone walked by me, they nudged me hard with their elbow.
“Hey!” I said.
“Oh,” said the girl. “I didn’t see you there. You really should be more careful where you stand.”
I rubbed my sore arm. “You could watch where you’re going.”
Tonly notice important things.”
“Careful,” said another girl. “Apparently she is Prince Julian’s favorite. Though who knows what she had
to do to earn it.”
“Not to worry,” said a third. “Prince Julian doesn’t take seriously the girls who put out right away. He’ll
play around with her, have his fun, and cast her aside. The girl he marries will be of more virtuous stock.”
The first girl chimed in, “Aren’t we supposed to be virgins?”
The second girl laughed. “Can’t expect the girl with the kid to abstain from S**.”
I wanted to defend myself, but I didn’t want to make things worse. I didn’t think there was anything I
own agenda.
Linda glanced at the group of us, then surprisingly moved away without a word. Of anyone here, I thought she for sure would want to take a stab at me.
Instead it was Olivia who came to stand before me. The crowd parted for her like she’d already been chosen Luna, and all deferred to her as she spoke.
have some friendly advice for you, Piper, and I suggest you take it.”
“That really isn’t necessary,” I said.
“It is, actually. If you want to be taken seriously as a contender in this competition, then you really
shouldn’t keep doing things that make you look like a slut.”
My eyes went wide at such a blatant, derogatory term.
“Listen to her, Piper,” said another girl.
“You are embarrassing yourself,” said someone else.
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