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

to the many seams

all sewn

shrugged. “We’ve done well on the previous gowns

only thing we would need is some

scrounge some from

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

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

I glanced at each other. Then we poured through the

a faux–fur trimmed dress with a mask in the shape of

face.

from my hands and held it to

This one,

magazine again, Charlotte and

and the patterns,

correct materials to replicate the fur,” Charlotte said. She walked

covered in all our

fast approaching, and with my luck, I wasn’t sure we would get

have a better idea,” I

door where

the matter, Piper?”

just wondering if I could go shopping. We need some things for