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

looking at

be great fun! It's the

I guess it could

looked at Veronica.

want to, Piper,"

coloring pages and crayons in the

on a separate

she was taking charge so adamantly. It was

written on scraps of paper, because standing behind

terrible behavior. This must have been

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

into our teams, sitting together. Nicholas, when choosing where to sit, picked the spot outside

Bridget said. "I'll go

I just barely caught myself before I could

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

you don't do as well as us. Keep in mind that

looked

"Get

Jessica started the kitchen timer Selma had brought them.

"Go!" Jessica said.

She was gyrating her body, kind of like a fish out of

"Dancing?" Jessica said.

moving, which meant that guess was

Nicholas said, which showed how well we were in sync. That

moving to glare at

and

Jessica shouted, calling

continued her strange fluid

shook his

"Bubbles? Mermaids? Trying

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

his mouth. He immediately

scrunched up in confusion. "You didn't even move your