"So what do you guys want to do for Halloween?" I say as I grab my notebook and pen.

"How about a Halloween party where we all could dress up!" Kam says.

"Yes, that would be so much fun. Plus it could help you interact more with all the guys." Kate says as she plops a grape in her mouth.

"What could we dress up as?" I say

"Bitch! I know what I'm being!" Kam says as she grabs her phone and begins searching for something.

"I think I'll go like a season," Kate says.

"I'm going as a butterfly. According to some research I done butterflies use to be popular to the royalty here." I say as I grabbed my laptop to show Kate.

"Well, I'll go and tell my father about our idea I think he'll agree to this."

I then left Kate and Kam to look up ideas for our costumes.

As I made my way out of my room I noticed Jungkook out in the hallway on his phone giggled about something.

"Cute~~," he says.

"What's cute?" I say catching his attention.

"Alex!" He says almost dropping his phone before magically catching it and shoving it in his pocket.

I gave him a weird questioning look.

"It was nothing.." He says scratching his head looking for an answer.

"Looks like it was something. What was it?"

"Ummm.CAT VIDEO!" He shouts loud enough for the whole castle to hear.

"Cat videos?" I say crossing my arms.

"Yeah! Gotta run!" He says patting my head and running off.

'Wierd boy' I smiled he reminds me a lot of Kam sometimes.

I was getting closer to my father's study after stumbling upon Jungkook.

When I knew my father wasn't alone in his study.

"So how is Namjoon doing with her?" I hear my father say in almost a whisper.

"Fine. I guess but I'm not here just because of that reason" I hear someone that sounds like V said.

"Why are you here anyway? When you have a line up of girls back where you're from."

"Something is drawing me here. I just can't explain it."

"Well as long as you guys don't break her heart." My father says sighing.

"Don't plan on it."

"Very well. You may go."

As soon as my father asked V to leave I hid behind one of the random suites of armors.

I looked from behind the armor and seen it was for sure him.

"You can come out I see you." He says as he still doesn't turn around.

I get out from behind the junk of metal and stood with my arms crossed.

"What's your and Namjoon's secret?" I say as he starts heading towards me.

"From me to know and for you to find out later. Goodnight Alex." He says as he takes my hand and places a soft kiss on it.

"Wait," I say as I hold onto his hand.

He stood there wide-eyed and titled his head to the side and gave me a smirk.

"Promise to not keep secrets from me?" I say as I let go of his large hand and hold out my pinky.

"Promise." He says as we hooked our pins.

"Promise," I say back.

"Okay, then tell me a secret me or Namjoon." He says with a boxy smile.

"From me to know and you to find out," I say as I turn around to go into my father's study.

"Two can play at that game," V says before I entered the study.

As I entered I see my stressed out father with his old man glasses on reading some documents.

"Hey, dad," I say as I sit in the wooden chair in front of his desk.

"What is it, Alexandra? I'm kinda busy." He says as he takes his glasses off.

"Here," I say as I pushed the papers with all of our ideas on there.

"Hmm. This isn't a bad idea they use to years ago have a fall ball before They banned it."

"Why?" I asked

"I don't know. But we can be the ones to get it started back up."

"Okay! Thanks, dad!" I say as I give him a hug from across the table.

I was about to leave when.

"And Alexandra, we need to have a talk with the boys about the rules of the selection. Someone had broken one."

"What do you mean?"

"We shall discuss this later. Goodnight."

"Night." I then made my way to my bedroom but I took the long way through the boy's hall.

Along the way, there is a photo of my great great great grandmother. The one who began all of this.

'What are you trying to tell me?'I thought looking at her painting noticing the resemblance we both have.

"Why look at our reflection?" I whisper to myself.

As I look closer at the painting I notice small cursive writing.

"Reflection means looking at who we really are. ~S"

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