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

pointing to the many

smaller fabric swatches, all sewn together like a stain–glass–mirror of color.

“We’ve done well on the previous gowns we’ve

before. The only thing we would need is some wire for the wings,

scrounge some from around her

the page and we set that magazine aside. Instead, we began to more adamantly search for

cat costume, she sighed. “Why would I

Then we poured through

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

face.

from my hands and

This one,

magazine again, Charlotte and I poured over

and the patterns,

replicate the fur,” Charlotte said. She walked up and

covered in all our

was fast approaching, and with my luck, I wasn’t sure we would get what

idea,” I said,

where Mark was diligently keeping watch.

matter,

if I could go shopping. We need some things for Elva’s gown, and I’d