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.

when I looked around the room at the other pairs of girls, most of whom

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

couldn’t tell who

heard someone else

“Whore

Text to go.

one after the next. But I could never catch anyone actually saying

drink of water, if you must,” Linda grumbled, recovering her

good, miss.” The tailor scurried away from us toward the

speed up your own demise. I was willing to

me before. I could see their looks of hatred now.

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

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

just the basic shades. The names were complicated things, with a long sequence of numbers at

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

apart will be instantly noticeable in the