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.

that were obviously on my half. “Fair’s fair, Linda. Plus, it will look better

better.” She quickly grabbed her eggs and moved them to her

“Don’t tell me

any ice or anything to keep the eggs cool. Depending on how soon or late our table was visited, that could be a problem. Eggs that weren’t kept cool, could be

you have anything to

talking

mouth. That wasn’t actually what she had said, but

that out.

my warm

stuffed mushrooms. With her cold eggs on one side, and my

drinks in between, our display was visually appealing,

in the spirit of the event, exactly. We were supposed to explore compromise

could give and take with adversaries. Our

Linda would not budge, this would have

+15 BONDS

a way to talk around whatever questions the royal family might have for us. Linda was certain to try to pass all the blame

family, with a trail of cameras behind them, began the event.

distance, I couldn’t discern what Lilliana had made, but I could very clearly see the moment she decided to hand–feed it to Nicholas. He stood still as a

offered. He chewed and chewed.