The Luna Choosing Game

“Oh, no! Piper, I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed. She placed her empty glass down on a nearby table then held her hands out to me like she intended to do something. Yet she never actually touched me or my clothes. “What can we do? That will stain right away!” She was right. Red wine stains didn’t come out at all once they were set.

I studied Bridget for a moment, trying to determine if this had truly been an accident. Everything had happened so quickly. Bridget could have lost balance. In the moment, that had been what it looked like.

Bridget was a professional actress. She could make anything look accidental.

But what would her end goal have been

for deception? To ruin my outfit? To get me out of the way? I wasn’t even talking to Nicholas, I had been talking to Julian! And Bridget hadn't really shown any possessive interest in him. At least, not on the same level of Nicholas.

If this hadn’t been an accident, that meant that Bridget had it personally out for me, and that just seemed so... I don’t know. Too much.

It had to be an accident.

Veronica stood from her spot. She had a handkerchief and tried to help me wipe at the various spots. But it didn’t matter. The stain seemed set already and trying to wipe it away only stretched the stain out, making it worse.

The outfit was basically trash now.

Unless I could get it soaking in cold water. That might be the only way to salvage it.

Veronica traded me the handkerchief for the empty bottle. “We'll keep an eye on Elva,” she said. “Go change.” That seemed like the best plan to me.

“Thank you,” I told her.

“Oh, Piper. Forgive me,” Bridget said.

walked around her and headed

gestured to my shirt, I asked, “Do you have

sympathetic. “We’ve moved all the luggage into the foyer while the room

you.” They opened the door for me and I slipped inside. The inside of the building was as beautiful as the outside, with bamboo motifs and a tropical theme. Photos of palm leaves and exotic birds covered most of the walls. The furniture was mostly wicker with decorative cushions. I The foyer was much smaller than the one in the palace. It was mostly just a mudroom, where one could change

up there, just inside the door. I recognized mine right away. It was

dragged it back toward the bathroom. I found it exactly where

the situation would be here. It

even joined me as

Miss. The sooner we get them washed, the more

grateful to her. So I ducked into the bathroom with my bag, changed out of my

I heard her footsteps

zipped

put a paint bomb in here. Cursing, I

paint, bit every single one of my clothes seemed damaged. @ For this to have happened, someone must have put in a few different

packed Elva’s clothing in a separate smaller bag tucked into the corner of this one. That seemed entirely untouched, except

help me

clothes were damaged. And I had

have to stay

for me. God, 1 hoped it would be Veronica or Julian, and not Bridget. ws I guess I didn’t

Unless...

then opened the top flap. There, I had stashed the two piece bikini that I had been too embarrassed to try on. It had seemed too revealing then. But. We were on a beach, right? Would it really be so bad for me to put on my swimsuit? € At least for