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

Prince Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked in the

who

someone else say.

“Whore

Text to go.

I could never catch anyone actually saying

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

The tailor scurried away from us toward

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

barely tolerated me before. I could see their looks of

an answer from them today. I truly hoped

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

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

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

apart will be instantly noticeable in the sunlight.