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

will be a challenge,” I said, pointing to the many

sewn together

on the previous gowns we’ve made.

need is some wire for the wings, but I’m sure

from around

more adamantly search for

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

Then we poured through the

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

face.

magazine from my hands and held it to her

This

magazine again, Charlotte and I poured over the

and the patterns,

the fur,” Charlotte said. She walked up

covered in all our remnants. “We’d

and with my luck, I wasn’t sure we

idea,” I

the door where Mark was diligently keeping watch.

the matter,

was just wondering if I could go shopping. We need some things for Elva’s