This is the Real Happily Ever After (The Selection Series Fan fiction)

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Marlee POV

This was hopeless. Completely and utterly hopeless. I stood dumbfounded with a scared and confused Maxon in front of me. 

"Maxon Schreave!" I yelled making him jump. "It's the seventh time!"

"I know! But it's so hard!"

"It's cracking an egg Maxon!" 

"But the shell is too fragile and the egg is too small and my hands are too big-"

"Stop making excuses! You ruined the batter three times for god's sake-"

"What is happening here?" America called opening the door cautiously. When she saw the messy tables, Maxon with a stained apron and Marlee mad she started laughing. 

"What is this? Maxon?" she asked as she brushed some flour off his face.

"I was trying to cook" Maxon said looking at the floor. "I asked Marlee to teach me but now she is getting mad that I ruined some eggs" he said accusingly.

"Fourteen America! He ruined 14 eggs! That's like two full breakfast for your entire family."

America sighed taking the apron off from her husband. "Then why didn't you do it, Marlee?"

"Because he insisted on doing it. When you do macaroons you have to divide the egg whites and yolk. I told him it was a difficult job and that I will do it for him but now he ruined 14 eggs!"

America kept giggling and now she was ruffling Maxon's hair. I just rolled my eyes at her. She was the type of person that will forgive Maxon for doing anything.

"So are you finishing what you started?"

"No, we are out of eggs." Maxon shrugged. 

"I guess we could ask the chef for macaroons later," I said crossing my arms. Then the door opened and Carter peaked in with a smiling face. Once he saw the kitchen he frowned.

"Marlee, did you cook?"

"No! Maxon did!"

Carter flashed a smile at Maxon as he approached me and put an arm around me. 

"Need someone on your side?" he whispered on my ear.

I giggled, "Yes"

"Well Your Majesty I guess you have exposed your greatest weakness" Carter smiled.

Maxon sighed, "I guess I did... my only weakness"

"Liar" America coughed earning a playful smirk from Maxon.

"Well the kitchen is ruined and I guess you are out of ingredients for your recipe. Why don't we have a competition?" Carter proposed. Maxon, America and I widened our eyes.

"Competition?"

"Yeah. You know like what Her Majesty likes to watch, those food competition programs on TV. We can cook something and then the judges will tell the winner."

"That will be fun," America said eyeing Maxon who had that nervous expression again. 

"Are you sure?" Maxon asked frowning.

"You'll be fine," America assured holding his hand. "So I guess it's Schreaves against Woodworks?"

Carter nodded and I smiled. This was going to be a piece of cake. America sure was the ace of the opponent team but Maxon was a huge hole to the team. On the other hand, Carter was skilled at everything that had to do with working with hands and I didn't suck at cooking.