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 of the gown. The design required an immense

smaller fabric swatches, all sewn

done well on the previous gowns we’ve

we would need is some wire for the wings,

scrounge some from around her

began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So

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

I glanced at each other. Then we poured through the magazines with

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

face.

magazine from my

This

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

and the patterns,

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

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

wasn’t sure we would get what we needed

have a better idea,” I said, tapping my chin.

walked toward the door where Mark

the matter,

We need some things for Elva’s gown, and I’d