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 the gown. The design required an

all sewn together like a

done well on the previous gowns we’ve made. Plus

would need is

some from

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

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

we poured

dress

face.

the magazine from my hands

This one, Mommy!”

again, Charlotte and I poured over

and the patterns,

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

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

luck, I wasn’t sure we would get what we needed

a better idea,” I said,

where Mark was diligently keeping watch.

matter, Piper?”

We need some things for Elva’s gown,