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.”

to cut it this time. We

just fine for impromptu dances alone in

shook away those memories. Nicholas had likely forgotten those special nights, so

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

assist you, the quiet one

I convinced them to at least let me alt with

one said.

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

as

was even a swatch of leather

came

said, as the maids yawned and

excused themselves for the

her goodnight. Then I went to one of

had to guess some of the size work, trying to remember the shape of

the windows. My eyes hurt and I was tired. But

held the item I’d made in both of

fit for a prince with

to properly thank

the light