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.

hand. "I think

looking at

be great fun! It's

her eyes. "Fine. I guess it could be

looked at Veronica.

to,

herself on the floor, her coloring pages and crayons in the space before her. She picked up a purple crayon and scribbled it across a flower

and I will be on a team," Bridget said. "Piper, Julian, and Veronica on a separate

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

with a bowl of words written on scraps of paper, because standing behind her was a camera crew ready

she had taken a hit lately with her terrible behavior. This must have been some new plan of

me but I didn't say a word about it. Let her do whatever she

the

one!" Bridget said. "I'll go

the cameras recording, she seemed over enthusiastic. Veronica gave her 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 my distain

bowl of words and pulled out one. She wasn't allowed to tell

this is an easy one!" she announced before putting the paper in her pocket. "Now, don't feel back, Piper's team, if you don't do as well as us. Keep in

looked at each

"Get

the clock," she said. Jessica started the kitchen timer Selma had brought them. The chime was set to

"Go!" Jessica said.

making some kind of motion. I wasn't sure what she was trying to do? She was gyrating her body, kind of like a fish out of water but standing up? It

"Dancing?" Jessica said.

kept moving, which meant that guess

which showed how well we were in sync.

stopped moving to glare

and

shouted, calling one quickly after

her strange fluid

just shook his

continued trying. "Bubbles? Mermaids? Trying on

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

mouth. He

scrunched up in confusion. "You