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

a challenge,” I said, pointing to the many

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

done well on the previous gowns we’ve

left over from before. The only thing we would need

from around her

magazine 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

costume, she sighed. “Why would I be

we poured through the magazines with

dress with a mask in the shape of

face.

it at once. She grabbed the magazine from my hands

one! This one,

again, Charlotte and I poured over the

and the patterns,

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

covered in all our remnants. “We’d have

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

have a better idea,” I said, tapping my chin.

the door where Mark was diligently

matter,

We need some things for Elva’s gown, and I’d