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.

around the room at the other pairs of girls,

whispered. I looked in the direction of

who

someone

“Whore

Text to go.

after the next. But I could

if you must,” Linda grumbled, recovering

scurried away from us toward

me, once he had gone. “But 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

just barely tolerated me before. I could see their looks of hatred now. Their

promised we’d have an answer from them today. I

normal and we could continue. The tailor made many suggestions, and I scribbled

me the specific names to write down, not just the basic shades. The names were complicated things,

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

a half step apart will be instantly noticeable