The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0115

Later, I had to attend another meeting with Linda, this time to coordinate our outfit choices with the

tailor.

Linda was so furious, she was practically on fire. Her entire face was a bright red. Her lips were twisted into a snarl. Her brow was lowered.

Nicholas and I had taken away all of her power with our press conference today, and she knew it.

The tailor politely cleared his throat. “Would you like some cold water, miss?”

Linda sharp gaze shifted onto him and he winced.

“It’s just that… well… your color is all wrong. It will be hard to match fabrics when you are not at your

usual tones.”

“Well, make it work anyway!” Linda snapped.

Inside, I felt victorious. I had silenced Linda, stopped her blackmail, and so far, the King has left me

alone.

the room at the other pairs of girls, most of whom were casting

Prince Julian. Now, Prince Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked in

I couldn’t tell who had said it.

heard someone

“Whore

Text to go.

But I could never catch anyone actually saying them.

will take a drink of water, if you

miss.” The tailor scurried away from

own demise. I was willing to work with you. Do you honestly believe that they…” She motioned around the room to where

tolerated me before. I could see their looks of hatred now. Their plotting.

having more wolfy protection wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. Mark had promised we’d have an answer from them today. I truly hoped they agreed. I

drank down. Eventually, her complexion returned to normal and we could continue. The tailor made many suggestions, and I scribbled them down on the same pad of paper I had used

down, not just the basic shades. The names were complicated things, with a long sequence of numbers

to order the fabric by name, not mere color,” the tailor said. “A

a half step apart will be instantly noticeable in

from trying on fabrics and listening to Linda’s complaints. I was eager to go back to my room and rest.

the best attention to the foot that had suddenly come into my path. Nor the tray of waters that the tailor had

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