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.

the room at the other pairs of girls, most of whom were casting

Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked in the direction of the

I couldn’t tell who had said

someone

“Whore

Text to go.

next. But I could never catch

of water, if you must,” Linda grumbled,

good, miss.” The tailor scurried away from

won 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

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

wolfy protection wouldn’t be such 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 the knives at my

returned to normal 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 table.

the basic shades. The names were complicated things, with a long sequence

need to order the fabric by name, not mere color,” the tailor said. “A

apart will be