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.

at the

Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked in

couldn’t tell who

heard someone else say.

“Whore

Text to go.

one after the next. But I

water, if

tailor scurried away from us

something.” Linda said to 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 room to where the other girls were watching.“..will respect you now?”

me before. I could see their looks of hatred

bad idea after all. Mark had promised we’d have an answer from

we could continue. The tailor made many suggestions, and I scribbled them down on the same pad of paper I had used

The names were complicated things, with a long sequence of numbers at the

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

step apart will be