“Which is?”
“Comfort. Comfort in exchange for freedom.” He shrugged. “I think that’s a pretty good deal.” He bowed. “See you tomorrow, Your Highness.”
I couldn’t stand that he was probably the only person here more calculating than I was. He knew exactly what I wanted and how far I was willing to go to get it, which was irritating.
I was close to the side door of the Great Room and slipped into the hallway for a moment to be by myself. I rubbed my cheeks, so tired of smiling. It was cooler out here and much easier to think.
“Your Highness?”
Erik came down the hall in the smartest suit I’d seen him in to date. His hair was neater than usual, slightly slicked back. He looked taller, prouder. My jaw fell open at the change. He looked positively gorgeous.
“You clean up nice,” I said, trying to get my expression somewhere close to normal again.
“Oh.” He looked down. “I was aiming for appropriate.”
“You did much better than that.” I pushed myself off the wall to face him.
“You think? Hale told me I should consider thinner ties.”
I giggled. “Well, Hale is pretty gifted when it comes to style, but you look very good.”
He stood there, clearly ill at ease with the praise. “So, are you enjoying the party?”
I peeked back into the room. “It’s a success, don’t you think? Good food, excellent music, a wide range of company . . . it might be the best party I’ve ever thrown.”
“So diplomatic,” he said.
I turned back to Erik and smiled. “I feel like I’m the one competing tonight.”
“With who?” he asked, shocked.
“Camille, of course.” I looked back into the room, trying to hide behind the door as I watched. Erik came beside me, and we both followed her as she danced with Ahren across the floor.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s kind of you, but I know better. She’s everything I try to be.” I’d thought this to myself before, but I’d never admitted it to anyone. I wasn’t sure how Erik managed to make me want to confide this in him.
“But why would you try to be her when Eadlyn is more than enough?”
I whipped my head back to him, as if the concept was unimaginable. I was in a constant state of striving; I was never enough.
Erik’s words nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I reached down to take his hand as I’d done in my bedroom not that long ago.
“I’m so glad I got to meet you. However this whole thing ends, I think I’ve been enlightened just by crossing paths with some of you.”
He smiled. “And I’ll never be able to express what a privilege it’s been to know you.”
I think I meant to shake his hand, but we ended up standing there, connected in silence for a while.
“Did you put your name in?” I asked suddenly. “For the Selection, I mean?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged, searching for an answer. “Because . . . who am I?”
“You’re Eikko.”
He stood there, slightly dazed at the sound of his given name. Finally, he smiled again.
“Yes, I’m Eikko. But you barely know me.”
“I know Eikko as well as he knows Eadlyn. And I can tell you, you are enough as well.”
He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand, the tiniest movement. And I could sense we were both wondering what would have happened if his name had been in one of those baskets. Maybe he’d be one of the contenders, maybe he wouldn’t have been picked at all . . . it was hard to say if the risk would have been worth it in the end.
“I should get back in there.” I pointed over my shoulder to the party.
“Of course. See you.”
I focused on my posture and stood as tall as I could, which was much more impressive in these heels Camille brought me. I walked into the room, graciously greeting everyone with a bow of my head. I could have stopped a dozen times, but I pushed on until I found Henri.
“Hello,” he greeted.
I meant to go see him a dozen times this week. But between dating at top speed, doing damage control, and planning for Camille, I hadn’t gotten to speak to Henri at all. I could see that he was anxious, and though I was sure Erik conveyed everything I’d said, I think we both knew we needed to actually speak, just the two of us.
“Okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “And you okay?”
I nodded.
With that he let out a massive sigh, and the bright face I’d come to expect was back again. I tried to think of all the disagreements and misunderstandings I’d had in my life. There was no way any of them was ended with less than five words. But that was genuinely all I needed from Henri to know his regret at possibly offending me without wishing at all that he could take back that kiss.
Maybe Erik had nothing to worry about. Maybe Henri and I could communicate just fine.
“Dance?” I asked, pointing to the floor.
“Please!”
I was nearly as tall as him in these shoes, and he wasn’t much of a dancer, but what he lacked in grace he made up for with enthusiasm. He spun me several times and even dipped me twice. When I came up the second time, laughing, I spotted Erik over his shoulder.
I could have been wrong, but his shy smile looked a little sad.
CHAPTER 31
CAMILLE LOOKED FLAWLESS ON THE front of every paper and a few of the gossip magazines that tended to equate our family with movie stars and singers. She brightened the mood in the Women’s Room simply by sitting there, and Aunt May came to visit for a few days solely to see her.