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

said, pointing to the many seams of the gown. The design

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

done well on the previous gowns we’ve made. Plus we have all those

thing we would need is some wire for the wings, but

some from

Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s

“Why would I be a cat, Mommy? I

and I glanced at each other. Then we poured through

we found an acceptable design, a faux–fur trimmed dress

face.

the magazine from my hands and held it

This

again, Charlotte and I poured over the

and the patterns,

the correct materials to replicate the fur,”

had covered in all our remnants. “We’d have

wasn’t sure we would get what

have a better idea,” I said, tapping

the door where Mark was diligently keeping

the matter,

could go shopping. We need some things for Elva’s