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.

I didn’t reply as I walked around her and headed toward the

I gestured to my shirt, I asked,

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

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

closet. Our luggage was lined up there, just

toward the

always liked me. Some still didn’t. I was worried a little about what the situation would be here. It was a relief to know that the staff here would not be repeating the trend I

me as

are ready, Miss. The

the bathroom with my bag, changed out of my clothes, and then held them

heard her footsteps disappear down the

set it down on the floor, zipped it open, and in a flash, all good feelings vanished. Instead,

covered in sticky red paint! It looked like someone had put a paint bomb in here. Cursing, I dug through my clothes, searching for something that had been

splatters and drips of the paint, bit every single one of my clothes seemed damaged. @ For this to have happened,

in a separate smaller bag tucked into the corner of this one. That seemed entirely untouched, except for the outside

that didn’t help me

my clothes were damaged. And I had

to stay here

or Julian, and not Bridget. ws I guess I didn’t have any other

Unless...

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