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

swatches, all sewn together like a

gowns

we would need is some wire

scrounge some from

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

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

I glanced at each other. Then we poured

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

face.

She grabbed the magazine from my hands and held it to her

one! This one, Mommy!”

the magazine again, Charlotte and I

and the patterns,

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

had covered in all our

luck, I wasn’t sure we would

have a better idea,” I said, tapping my

door where Mark was diligently keeping watch.

the matter, Piper?”

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