"It's not like he's going to fall in love with ME." You say. "Of allll the people, a prince won't choose me! I wouldn't choose me! Plus, who cares about being with a smug One and the stupid crown!"
Knock. Knock.
"Come in."
Your mother's head pokes through the door.
"So," she says, glancing at the papers on your desk. "Are you going to do it?"
"I don't know!" You yell, distressed.
"Your sister has something to say."
Damn it. Your mom knew your weakness. Ethena then peeks out from behind your mother.
"Y/n." She says in a stern voice. "The prince is really, REALLY, cute. And you're such a beautiful sister, he'll choose you immediately!"
Your mom smirks.
"I'll see."
After they left, you turned back to your canvas. You thought a bit about the Selection, and knew what that painting needed to be.