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 other pairs

Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked

I couldn’t tell who had said

I heard someone else say.

“Whore

Text to go.

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

if you must,” Linda grumbled,

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

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

me before. I could see

be such a bad idea after all. Mark had promised we’d have an

could continue. The tailor made many suggestions, and I

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

will need to order the

step apart will