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

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

swatches, all sewn together like a stain–glass–mirror of color.

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

need

from around her somewhere.”

Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far, she had turned down the bumblebee, the lady bug, a swan,

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

at each other. Then we poured through the

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

face.

from my hands and held

This one,

the magazine again, Charlotte and I poured over the required

and the patterns,

fur,” Charlotte

in all our remnants. “We’d have to order some.”

wasn’t sure we would get

I

walked toward the door where

the matter, Piper?”

wondering if I could go shopping. We need some things