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.”

cut it this

just fine for impromptu dances alone in the garden under the

away those memories. Nicholas had likely forgotten those special

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

our honor to assist you, the quiet

some coaxing I convinced them

one said.

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

as

very sturdy. There was even a

idea came

today,” I said,

agreed and excused themselves

kissed her goodnight. Then I

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

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

in both of my hands, admiring the

fit for a

a good idea last night, a way to

light of