The Luna Choosing Game

I read through it all. This invitation Includes Eiva…?” Could that be right? But there was her name, clear

as day, directly beside mine. Perhaps this was some kind of apology for the doctors‘ behavior last night?

Or was this something else another publicity stunt?

I supposed I couldn’t be picky enough to let it bother me. The royal family invited us both, so we both. would attend. Full stop.

Right now, my bigger concern could be focused on the detailed dress code included at the bottom of the invitation.

“The tailors will be here in an hour,” the talkative maid said. “They’ll measure you both for the dresses.”

“Princess dresses?” Elva asked, all doe eyes and sweetness.

The maid smiled at her. “Something very close to, yes.

Elva cheered.

The maid returried her attention to me. The dance instructors will arrive tomorrow.”

“Dance instructors?” I knew how to do a two–step as well as anyone.

The candidates must know all of the latest dances. Some of the proper steps for the social dances are quite complicated, these days. And then, of course, there are the traditional formal dances that the King prefers.”

guessed a simple two–step wasn’t going to cut it this time. We hadn’t done much dancing at the Academy at least, not

dances

memories. Nicholas had likely forgotten those special nights, so I

tallors came and went, leaving behind the measurements for both Elva and me. The maids said they uld make the dresses themselves. I offered to help, but they vehemently

to assist you, the

less. After some coaxing I convinced them to at least let me

one said.

a work table into my bedroom. As they worked, I peered through some of the scraps of fabric they’d left

as

sturdy. There was

idea came

enough for today,” I said, as the maids

agreed and excused themselves for

tucked in Elva and kissed her goodnight. Then

and stitching. I had to guess some of the size work, trying to remember the shape

tired. But it wasn’t the first time I’d

item I’d made in both of my hands, admiring

fit for a prince with an old

idea last night, a way to properly thank Nicholas for helping Elva. Words hadn’t seemed like

light of day, I