The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0235

Although perhaps Julian’s initial plan to hold a contest event at Terry’s mansion would bear fruit. At this point, I felt so directionless, I wasn’t sure what was even possible anymore.

“Leave it to Julian and me for now,” Nicholas whispered. “We’ll give it more thought.” When I started to say something, he quickly amended, “We won’t keep you out of the loop.”

I nodded. Truthfully, I wanted some distance from it all, if only to catch my breath. But I couldn’t just do

nothing

“I have to do something.”

“Focus on the competition,” Nicholas said. “If you continue to inspire the public, you might have a

chance at winning, no matter what the King and Queen say.

Winning? There was no way.

“You have to stay as long as you can.” Nicholas dropped his voice even lower. “I can only protect you.

and Elva while you are here.”

His voice was so earnest, his concern so clear, I could only agree.

“I’ll try,” I said, a quiet promise in the dim morning light.

Later that morning, after Nicholas had sneaked out and Elva had awoken, Charlotte walked into the room carrying bolts of a new fabric. It wasn’t the shimmering purple that Elva and I had loved, and Jane.

stolen, but was a beautiful glittery gold

like this better,” Elva said, nodding seriously in approval. Holding some of the fabric in

it up and down rabidly to watch

words. “Yes, the other one was too dark, wasn’t it? We could use some

our lives.”

better than the old fabric. Sturdier, too. It will be much easier to work

base of the dress started by this afternoon. After you try it on, we

we want

whipped up the dresses in a flash. She moved

help/I mainly stitched hemlines while she molded

themselves.

finished, Elva

like a Queen!” she giggled, then went to hold

and the dress reflected that. It hugged my curves. The bodice dipped tastefully low, enough to show just a hint of my cleavage. It was sleeveless. With my hair down around my shoulders,

tapping her chin. She lifted the bolt of fabric and brought

closer to my shoulders.

I left it to her judgement. The shawl didn’t

however.

a knock sounded on the

is it?” I

you, miss,” Mark replied

again. Perhaps I should spare the sight of my dress. After all, many girls were still looking to copy me.