The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0056

“Marry him, then.” She nodded, like it was decided. Like it was somehow that easy.

I hated disappointing her. I wished I could let her believe what she wanted.

“I’m sorry, Elva. But Prince Nicholas and I won’t ever be a couple. No matter what.”

She looked up at me with large, vulnerable eyes. “Not ever?”

I shook my head.

“But why?”

Because I broke his heart? Because he thought I had betrayed him? Because he’d returned the gift I’d

made him? Because he was a prince, and I was just a wolf–less waitress?

There were so many reasons. All of which felt like too much information for my small daughter.

“We’re just not meant to be,” I said.

Elva had a grasp of fairy tales and happily ever after. Even if she couldn’t understand everything, she

might be able to handle this much.

She must have, because her questions stopped. But then she started to cry.

“But I like him, Mommy,” she said, wiping at her eyes. “If you married him, then he would be my Dad.”

I hated more than anything to disappoint her, but what could I do? I couldn’t lie to her about this, not to

then have to reveal the truth like it was all some cruel joke.

from the competition. I’d had a good showing tonight, but that didn’t mean

to stay. Everyone knew I’d be the first to leave,

would be forced to leave. From then on, we’d only

went back to being reclusive. In

couldn’t pretend like our future held any hope of maintaining this lifestyle, including keeping

even as

sorry,” I said, and pulled

arms around my neck

rubbed her back to soothe her. “We’ll be okay. No matter what

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after the ball had ended and Elva fell asleep in my arms, I carried her

had thought the maids would have left us for the night, but the quiet

for me to finish

the bed, and Elva sleeping within it, I motioned the maid closer to the door. We spoke in

get some rest” I said: “I don’t

tugged at my offending gloves. I hadn’t forgotten the apparent betrayal of my maids, who surely knew bout the Queen’s rules for glove–length

gave you the wrong

at her.

pointed to the gloves I’d scrunched up in my hand. “Those are not the gloves I made for you. I don’t know where those came from, or why they exist. I swear to you that I

my lecturing from the Queen must have traveled fast in the servants‘

don’t know why the other maid gave you the wrong gloves. Maybe it was

“I

think so,”

“No”

to sabotage me.

was already going to be the first one to go

listening at the door. “Someone

shiver ran

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fell asleep in my