The Luna Choosing Game

Later, I had to attend another meeting with Linda, this time to coordinate our outfit choices with the

tailor.

Linda was so furious, she was practically on fire. Her entire face was a bright red. Her lips were twisted into a snarl. Her brow was lowered.

Nicholas and I had taken away all of her power with our press conference today, and she knew it.

The tailor politely cleared his throat. “Would you like some cold water, miss?”

Linda sharp gaze shifted onto him and he winced.

“It’s just that… well… your color is all wrong. It will be hard to match fabrics when you are not at your

usual tones.”

“Well, make it work anyway!” Linda snapped.

Inside, I felt victorious. I had silenced Linda, stopped her blackmail, and so far, the King has left me

alone.

my good feelings shriveled, when I looked around the room at the other pairs

Julian. Now, Prince Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked

tell who had

someone

“Whore

Text to go.

many whispers, one after the next. But I

will take a drink of water, if you must,” Linda

tailor scurried away from us toward the door.

I can tell you, all you have done is speed up your own demise. I was willing to work with you. Do you honestly believe that they…” She motioned around the room to where the other girls were watching.“..will respect

barely tolerated me before. I could see their looks of

a bad idea after all. Mark had promised we’d have an answer from them today. I truly hoped they agreed. I could already feel

and we could continue. The tailor made many suggestions, and I scribbled them down on the same pad of paper I had used to take note of Linda’s favorite appetizers for our

basic shades. The names were complicated things,

are to match exactly, you will need to order the fabric by name, not mere color,” the tailor said.

shade, even a half step apart will be