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.

her hand. "I think it's

startled, looking at her. "You

she said. "That could be great fun! It's the

eyes. "Fine. I guess it could

at Veronica. She

you want to, Piper,"

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

Veronica on a separate team." She jumped to her feet. "Hold

charge so adamantly. It was just a silly party game,

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

taken a hit lately with her terrible behavior. This must have been

it. Let her do whatever she wanted as

where to sit, picked the spot outside of Jessica, farthest from Bridget and closest to

said. "I'll

over enthusiastic. Veronica gave her a flat, bored look. I just barely caught myself before I could roll my eyes. With

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

pocket. "Now, don't feel back, Piper's team, if you don't do as well as us. Keep in mind that I'm an actress, after all. I'm

looked at each

"Get on

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

"Go!" Jessica said.

some kind of motion. I wasn't sure what she was trying to do? She was gyrating her body, kind of

"Dancing?" Jessica said.

which meant that guess was

said, which showed how well we were in

to glare at

shrugged, and

Jessica shouted, calling one quickly after the

her strange fluid

just shook

trying. "Bubbles? Mermaids? Trying on

groaned as she stopped her strange movements. "Come on, you

mouth. He

scrunched up in confusion. "You didn't even