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

challenge,” I said, pointing to the many seams of the gown. The design

swatches, all sewn together like

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

from before. The only thing we would need is some wire for the wings, but I’m sure

from around her somewhere.”

more adamantly search for Elva’s design. So far, she had

she sighed. “Why would I be a cat,

each other. Then we poured through

an acceptable design, a faux–fur trimmed dress with a mask in the

face.

loved it at once. She grabbed the magazine from my hands and held it to her

one! This

to part with the magazine again, Charlotte and I poured

and the patterns,

correct materials to replicate the fur,” Charlotte

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

with my luck, I wasn’t sure we would get

better idea,” I said, tapping my chin.

the door where

the matter,

was just wondering if I could go shopping. We need some things for Elva’s gown, and I’d rather not