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.”

So I guessed a simple two–step wasn’t going to cut it this time. We hadn’t done much dancing

impromptu dances alone

Nicholas had likely forgotten

went, leaving behind the measurements for both Elva and me. The maids said they uld make the

honor to assist you, the

some coaxing I convinced them to at least let me alt with

one said.

machines and a work table into my bedroom. As they worked, I peered through some

as

of the fabrics were very sturdy. There was even a swatch of leather among the

came

said, as the maids yawned and rubbed

and excused themselves

Elva and kissed her goodnight. Then I went to one of

night, shaping and stitching. I had to guess some of the size work, trying

was tired.

made in both of my

a

had seemed a good idea last night, a way to properly

light of day, I