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 seams of the

sewn together like

gowns we’ve made. Plus we

we would need

some from around

and we set that magazine aside. Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far,

would I be a cat, Mommy? I want to be

other. Then we poured through the magazines

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

face.

at once. She grabbed the magazine from my

This one, Mommy!”

willing to part with the magazine again, Charlotte and I poured over

and the patterns,

don’t have the correct materials to replicate the fur,” Charlotte said. She walked

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

Ball was fast approaching, and with my luck, I wasn’t sure we would get what we needed in

I

the door where Mark was

matter, Piper?”

I could go shopping. We need some things for