Lucas's POV:
Eleven girls. Eleven months. One choice.
I watch the scroll on the morning news drag across the bottom of the screen. Each girls' picture flashes on the screen with their ranking among the people. Charlotte's picture appears on the screen, she looks almost bored in the picture that she had to take for the competition.
I shift the covers and look outside. The morning sun is streaming through the window. I look down at the bed that I've been sitting in for three hours since I woke up. I look back to the TV and watch Candice's picture flash onto the screen.
The sheets move next to me and a blonde head pokes out from underneath the champagne coloured blankets. Grey eyes peek up at me and a smile crosses her lips.
"Good morning," She
