The Luna Choosing Game

“Excuse me,” Nicholas said to Bridget and walked away from her. He met me at the base of the stairs.

Behind his back, Bridget narrowed her eyes slightly, but then shrugged and walked back into the kitchen. I still had no idea how she could be so bright.

Maybe she’s slipped some liquor into her coffee to take the edge off. She didn’t seem drunk though.

Was it possible she just had a natural sunny disposition, even after drinking a whole bottle of wine? How unfair.

“I'm sorry about this, Piper,” Nicholas said. He nodded his head toward the front of the manor, and taking the

hint, I began walking beside him in the way he'd indicated.

He led us to a small sitting area near the front door of the mansion, where wicker furniture was arranged in a semi-circle. We didn’t sit, though. We just stood there in the middle of it.

“I know this isn’t what you envisioned about this week,” Nicholas said. Softer, he added, “Me, either.” We'd recently talked about playing out a fantasy. We had thought while we were here, we could pretend to be strangers and fall in love again. We knew we’d have to hide it from Jessica and Bridget, but we had thought in the moments alone that maybe we could have our chance.

our

about appearances. I should have known

everything,” I told

his

a great king. He would settle for nothing less than excellence in himself. Now,

man needs to

mean, sure, we won't have as much privacy as we would have hoped, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, right?” It was harder for him. Being a prince, on camera, he couldn’t show even a modicum of

but didn’t seem convinced. I guessed I couldn’t blame

help him relax as much as possible however I could, in

make an offer

the front door opened and we both instantly

new anxieties suddenly