The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0606

*The King and Queen decided that, in a matter of fairness for those that did not have a chance to attend the island getaway, one more event will be held before the next elimination ceremony. This will ensure that all candidates will have a chance to showcase their merits before we must send more candidates home."

My stomach twisted uncomfortably. I wasn't afraid of another event. It was everything after that had me concerned.

*This event will actually be a homecoming of sorts," Nathan continued. "We will send you each back to your homes with a camera crew to follow you. This will give an insight to our people on the day-to-day of your usual lives."

Dread crept over me. I had some excitement, mostly to see Anna again, but they were secondary. My life before wasn't exactly glamorous.

Sure, the populace had some idea of me coming from nothing, but would the reality of how little I had help me in their eyes or hurt me? An idea could be romanticized. The truth was much harder. I wasn't certain I wouldn't be harshly judged.

Especially when compared, as I'm sure I would be, to Bridget. She was a movie star, with undoubtedly a sparkling, enviable lifestyle - or at least, I was certain that was how it would be portrayed. I couldn't blame the public's curiosity, either. I too kind of wanted to know more about the life celebrities led.

Compared to the bright-light spotlight and mega-million dollar mansion Bridget lived in, my apartment would look like absolute squalor.

I didn't want to be paranoid, but this felt intentional. With everything else going on, it didn't seem so farfetched to believe the King and Queen would purposefully arrange an event to cast Bridget in the best light, while showing me in the worst.

my past, exactly. But compared to everyone else's... I knew mine wouldn't be judged

lowered her face low

I whispered to

parents find out that I'm..." She didn't say 'pregnant', but I knew that was

voice lower. "Showing yet.

come out. I couldn't disparage her for wanting to

Nicholas appeared at the back of the room. He rushed closer to me and then motioned for me to join him for a private conversation at the

looked worried, so I hurried to join

could possibly be

"Piper, I -"

Highness. Miss Piper." A servant, decorated in the colors of the King's personal attendants, interrupted us. He bowed low in apology, but it was clear that whatever message he brought was important. Important enough even to

the King requests