The Luna Choosing Game

Charlotte and I scoured through some magazines, looking at design ideas for new gowns for the Second

Ball.

Since us candidates needed to conceal our true identities as part of the challenge, Elva and I couldn’t match this time. Therefore, every time we saw a cute kids‘ costume, I showed Elva to see if she cared for

We passed by several options. An owl with lots of feathers. A baby seal with pearly white fur trim. A

chameleon with shimmering fabric that changed colors in different lighting.

Finally, halfway through the third magazine, I stopped at a particular striking gown. It was a butterfly

design, bold and beautiful with wings and an assortment of colors.

“Look at this one.” I turned the magazine to Charlotte, who immediately perked upon seeing it.

“Wow! That’s gorgeous!”

With a butterfly, I liked the theme of rebirth. It felt fitting somehow, to go from my old life as a lowly

caterpillar to someone who could dare to dream of flying among the star–like princes.

Someday soon, I would have to transition again back into a butterfly. But for now, I could don my 1

and fly. 1

wings

a challenge,” I said, pointing to the many seams of the

smaller fabric swatches, all sewn together like a stain–glass–mirror

gowns

from before. The only thing we would need is some wire for the wings, but

some from around her

Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far, she had turned down

cat costume, she sighed. “Why would I be a cat, Mommy? I want to

glanced at each other. Then we poured through the magazines

found an acceptable design, a faux–fur trimmed dress with a mask in the shape

face.

at once. She grabbed the magazine from my hands and held

one! This one,

was willing to part with the magazine again, Charlotte

and the patterns,

the fur,” Charlotte said. She

in all our

luck, I wasn’t

a better idea,” I said, tapping my

toward the door where Mark was diligently

the matter, Piper?”

if I could go shopping. We need some things