The Luna Choosing Game

The day of the garden party event, I awoke early, dressed, and hurried down to the kitchens to warm my stuffed mushrooms. Many of the girls were already in there, and I had to wait my turn at the ovens.

I didn’t mind waiting this time, since the closer I heated my food to the start of the event, the more likely It would still be warm by the time the royal family came to our table.

With my appetizer warmed, I headed to the gardens and found Linda already at our station, fixing her

half of the display.

“Good morning. Linda,” I said as I approached.

She didn’t reply. I guessed she was still avoiding me. That was going to make this situation more difficult. How were we supposed to work together if we weren’t speaking to each other?

I resolved to do my best anyway, as much as I could without her support.

Noticing that she had already arranged her deviled eggs over the table, I started to intersperse my

stuffed mushrooms among them.

That, of all things, seemed to finally trigger her into speaking.

“Keep that garbage on your half of the table,” Linda snapped.

half. “Fair’s fair, Linda. Plus, it will look better

better.” She quickly grabbed her eggs

“Don’t tell me

soon or late our table was visited, that could be a problem. Eggs that weren’t kept cool,

you have anything

said, stop talking to me.”

had said, but I decided not to push my

that out.

my warm

I continued to set out my stuffed mushrooms. With her

and the drinks in between, our display was

didn’t feel in the spirit of the event, exactly. We were supposed to explore compromise and flex

take with adversaries. Our display was split.

would not budge, this would have to do.

+15 BONDS

way to talk around whatever questions the royal family might have for

the gardens, the royal family, with a trail of cameras behind them, began the event. Lilliana’s table had been

moment she decided to hand–feed it to Nicholas. He stood still as a statue, but he opened him

He chewed and chewed.