of those secret books in my room, it might be too much.
“He even?”
“He let me borrow one once, just to see.”
“Oh, that’s very interesting! What did you read? Can you tell me?”
I bit my lip. “It was one of Gregory Illéa’s personal diaries.”
Dad’s mouth dropped open before he composed himself. “America, that’s incredible. What did it say?”
“Oh, I haven’t finished. Mostly, it was to figure out what Halloween was.”
He considered my words for a moment and shook his head. “Why are you worried, America? Clearly, Maxon trusts you.”
I sighed, feeling foolish. “I guess you’re right.”
“Amazing,” he breathed. “So there’s a hidden room around here somewhere?” He looked at the walls in a whole new way.
“Dad, this place is crazy. There are doors and panels everywhere. For all I know, if I tipped this vase, we might fall through a trapdoor.”
“Hmm,” he said, amused. “I’ll be very careful making my way back to my room then.”
“Which you should probably do soon. I need to get May ready for tea with the queen.”
“Ah, yes, you and your teas with the queen,” he joked. “All right, kitten. I’ll see you tonight for dinner. Now . . . how best not to fall into a secret hatch?” he wondered aloud, spreading his arms out like a protective shield as he walked.
Once he got to the stairwell, he tentatively put his hand on the rail. “Just so you know, this is safe.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I shook my head and made my way back to my room.
It was difficult not to skip down the halls. I was so happy my family was here, I could hardly stand it. If Maxon didn’t send me home, it was going to be harder than ever to be separated from them.
I rounded the corner to my room and saw that the door was open.
“What did he look like?” I heard May ask as I approached.
“Handsome. To me anyway. His hair was kind of wavy, and it never stayed down.” May giggled, and so did Lucy as she spoke. “A few times, I actually got to run my fingers through it. I think of that sometimes. Not as much as I used to.”
I tiptoed closer, not wanting to disturb them.
“Do you still miss him?” May asked, curious about boys as always.
“Less and less,” Lucy admitted, a tiny lilt of hope in her voice. “When I got here, I thought I would die from the ache. I kept dreaming up ways to escape the palace and get back to him, but that would never really happen. I couldn’t leave my dad, and even if I got outside the walls, there’s no way I could have found my way back.”
I knew a little about Lucy’s past, how her family gave themselves as servants to a family of Threes in exchange for the money to pay for an operation for Lucy’s mother. Lucy’s mom eventually died, and when the mother found out her son was in love with Lucy, she sold Lucy and her father to the palace.
I peeked through the door to find May and Lucy on the bed. The balcony doors were open, and the delicious Angeles air wafted in. May fell into the palace look so naturally, her day dress hanging perfectly on her frame as she sat braiding parts of Lucy’s hair back and letting the rest fall free. I’d never seen Lucy without her hair pulled up tight into a bun. She looked lovely like this, young and carefree.
“What’s it like to be in love?” May asked.
Part of me ached. Why hadn’t she ever asked me? Then I remembered, as far as May knew, I’d never been in love.
Lucy’s smile was sad. “It’s the most wonderful and terrible thing that can ever happen to you,” she said simply. “You know that you’ve found something amazing, and you want to hold on to it forever; and every second after you have it, you fear the moment you might lose it.”
I sighed softly. She was absolutely right.
Love is beautiful fear.
I didn’t want to let myself think too much about losing things, so I walked inside.
“Lucy! Look at you!”
“Do you like it?” She reached back, touching the delicate braids.
“It’s wonderful. May used to braid my hair all the time, too. She’s very talented.”
May shrugged. “What else was I supposed to do? We couldn’t afford to have dolls, so I used Ames instead.”
“Well,” Lucy said, turning to face her, “while you’re here, you will be our little doll. Anne, Mary, and I are going to make you look as pretty as the queen.”
May tilted her head. “No one’s as pretty as her.” Then she quickly turned to me. “Don’t tell Mom I said that.”
I chuckled. “I won’t. For now, though, we have to get ready. It’s almost time for tea.”
May clapped her hands together excitedly and went to settle in front of the mirror. Lucy pulled her hair up, managing to keep the braids together as she made her bun, putting her cap on to cover most of it. I couldn’t blame her for wanting it to stay as it was a little bit longer.
“Oh, a letter came for you, miss,” Lucy said, handing an envelope to me with great care.
“Thank you,” I replied, unable to keep the shock out of my voice. Most of the people I expected to hear from were currently with me. I tore it open and read the brief note, its deliberate scratch completely familiar.
America,
I have found out belatedly that the families of the Elite were recently invited to the palace, and that Father, Mother, and May have left to visit you. I know that Kenna is far too pregnant to travel, and Gerad is much too young. I’m trying to understand why this invitation wasn’t extended to me. I’m your brother, America.
My only guess is that Father chose to exclude me. I certainly hope it wasn’t you. We are on the edge of great things, you and I. Our positions can be very helpful to each other. If any other special privileges are ever offered to your family, you ought to remember me, America. We can help each other.
Did you happen to mention me to the prince? Just curious.
Write soon.
Kota
I debated crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash. I had hoped Kota might be getting over his caste climbing and learn to be content with the success he had. No such luck, it seemed. I threw the letter in the back of a drawer, choosing to forget about it entirely. His jealousy wasn’t going to spoil this visit.
Lucy rang for Anne and Mary, and we all had a wonderful time getting ready. May’s effervescent attitude kept us all in good spirits, and I found
