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.”

a simple two–step wasn’t going to cut it this time. We hadn’t done

impromptu dances alone in the garden under the

memories. Nicholas had likely forgotten those special

measurements for both Elva and me. The maids said they uld make the dresses themselves. I offered to help, but

honor to assist you,

some coaxing I convinced them to at least

one said.

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

as

fabrics were very sturdy. There was even a swatch of

came to

that’s enough for today,” I said, as the maids yawned and

agreed and excused themselves

Elva and kissed her goodnight. Then I went to one

through the night, shaping and stitching. I had to guess some of

eyes hurt and I was tired. But it wasn’t the first time I’d pulled

I’d made in both of

fit for a prince

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

in the light