The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0582

The rain poured down so heavily that it was even starting to reach us in the covered deck. Elva dove to cover her precious coloring book pages.

"Everyone, inside!" Nicholas said.

We grabbed our things and hurried inside. I helped Elva with her crayons and coloring pages, careful not to get them any damper than they already were.

The moment we were inside, the storm truly began outside. Lightning struck and wind howled.

"So much for volleyball," Jessica grumbled.

A particularly loud thunderclap made Elva jump. She cuddled closer to me, hugging my thigh.

As we were standing around there, watching the storm outside the windowed sliding glass door, Selma came out from the kitchen. When she saw us - or rather, when she saw Elva crying, she came forward, leaned down, and asked her, "How would you like some ice cream, little one?"

As I came with Elva into the kitchen, I quickly learned from the excess of ice cream in the fridge, that Selma was looking for ways to get rid of the ice cream. She had planned many big desserts for our remaining nights, but with our trip ending early, there was no longer any need for such surplus.

If the ice cream stayed after we all left, it would just go to waste and have to be thrown away.

Because of this, twenty minutes later, all of the candidates, even Bridget, and the princes and Elva, had a pint of ice cream each as we lounged around in the living room.

The sugary ice cream was helping with everyone's mood somewhat. No one was mad about the storm anymore. Jessica had even put on a couple of records, upbeat dance music.

Yet still the overall mood was still glum. What was supposed to be a fun island beach vacation had turned into more or less a nightmare.

I was still determined to lift up everyone's mood.

"Since we're all already here, why don't we play a game?" I asked.

"We can't play volleyball," Jessica said.

"It doesn't have to be athletic," I said. Especially not with us feeding our faces with ice cream. "We could play something else... like... charades!"

Everyone looked around.

"I don't know..." Veronica said.

"I think it's a great

at her. "You

"That could be great fun!

rolled her eyes. "Fine. I

at Veronica.

you want to,

just want to color," she said. She stretched herself on the floor, her coloring pages and crayons in the space before her. She picked up a purple crayon and scribbled it across

team," Bridget said. "Piper, Julian, and Veronica on a separate team." She jumped to her feet. "Hold on while

was taking charge so adamantly. It was just a silly party game, not a

understood a little better, when she returned with a bowl of words written on scraps of paper, because standing behind

behavior. This must have been some

her do whatever she wanted as long as we could have

sit, picked the spot outside of Jessica, farthest from Bridget

one!" Bridget said. "I'll go

a flat, bored look. I just barely caught myself before I could roll my eyes. With the camera catching all, I didn't want anyone to know

reached into the bowl of words and pulled out one. She wasn't allowed

putting the paper in her pocket. "Now, don't feel back, Piper's team, if you don't do

looked

groaned. "Get on with

started the kitchen timer Selma had brought them. The chime

"Go!" Jessica said.

was trying to do? She was gyrating her body,

"Dancing?" Jessica said.

meant that guess was

showed how well we were in sync. That was exactly what I had

to glare

shrugged, and she began

shouted, calling

her strange

just shook his

trying. "Bubbles? Mermaids?

dinged. Bridget groaned as she stopped her strange movements. "Come on, you guys! It was baking

his mouth.

face scrunched up in confusion. "You