The Luna Choosing Game

One of the girls came close to me, peering at my selection. “Huh. I feel like you could have done better,

Piper

She was mocking me, which I would not dignify. “I’m quite proud of this actually.”

“My friendly advice?” she said, smirking at me. I was fully prepared to ignore her, until I saw the large

container in her hand. “Needs more salt.”

I reached, but I was too slow. She had already upturned the container of salt all over my stuffed mushrooms, totally ruining them. She poured the entire container until it was empty, and then dropped it carelessly on the floor..

“Oh, dear. That might have been too much. Sorry!” She giggled as she walked away.

I stared down at my ruined food. There was no saving it. Even if I removed the massive pile of salt from

on top of the mushrooms, the taste surely had already been soaked in.

I would have to discard this batch and try again. However, since I had already used my turn at the ovens,

I now would have to wait until everyone else had finished.

Sighing, I regathered my supplies and started anew. I did as much as I could until I needed to cook. Then

I had to wait.

And I waited. And waited.

Some of the girls, I was starting to wonder, seemed like they had chosen appetizers that took extra–long

to cook, just to mock me. Or maybe the waiting was just getting to me.

I was in the kitchens until late. By the time the others had finished and left, it was well after dark. Finally, the oven beeped at my set temperature and I placed my second batch of stuffed mushrooms within it.

At the very least, this batch didn’t look quite as ugly as the last. I refrained from thinking the sabotage

was a good thing, however.

With the timer set, I sank onto a stool to wait again.

“There you are.

glanced up. Nicholas walked into

I saw him, my face flushed, remembering my earlier daydreams about him as my husband.

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me, peering at my selection “Huh. I

Piper.”

not

She

smirking at me. I was fully prepared to ignore her, until

too slow. She had already upturned the container of salt all over my stuffed mushrooms, totally ruining them.

been too much. Sorry!” She giggled

no saving it. Even if I removed the massive pile of salt from on top of the mushrooms, the taste surely had

I had already used my turn at the ovens, I now would have to

my supplies and started anew. I did as much as I could until I

had to

waited. And waited.

of the girls, I was starting to wonder, seemed like they had chosen appetizers that took extra–long to cook, just to mock me.

the kitchens until late. By the time the others had finished and left, it was well after dark. Finally, the oven beeped at

this batch didn’t look quite as ugly as the last. I

good thing,

I sank onto

“There you are.

up. Nicholas walked into the

him, my face flushed, remembering my earlier daydreams about him as my husband. I cleared my throat and turned

Here, offered weakly, as

closer. “All the

batch didn’t turn out right.”

Oh?

Too salty.

feel the need to do something about it. If he got involved to

to be proving to people that we didn’t still care