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

many seams of

fabric swatches, all sewn together like

done well on the previous gowns we’ve made.

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

from

I earmarked the page and we set that magazine aside. Instead, we began to more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far, she had turned down the bumblebee, the lady bug,

sighed. “Why would I be a cat, Mommy? I

and I glanced at each other. Then we poured

design, a faux–fur trimmed dress

face.

grabbed the magazine from my hands and held

This

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

and the patterns,

fur,” Charlotte said. She walked

our remnants. “We’d have to order

I wasn’t sure we

have a better idea,” I said,

the door where Mark

the matter, Piper?”

go shopping. We need some things for Elva’s