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

for impromptu dances alone in the garden under the

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

both Elva and me. The maids said

assist you, the quiet

After some coaxing I convinced them

one said.

and a work table into my bedroom. As they worked,

as

sturdy. There was even a swatch of leather among the

came to

today,” I said, as the maids

and excused themselves for

goodnight. Then I went to

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

dawn crept in through the windows. My eyes hurt and I was tired. But it wasn’t the first time I’d pulled an

in both of my hands, admiring the

a prince with

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

light of