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.

good feelings shriveled, when I looked around the room at the other

Nicholas?” someone whispered. I looked in

couldn’t tell who had said it.

I heard someone

“Whore

Text to go.

I could never catch anyone actually saying

will take a drink of water, if you must,” Linda grumbled, recovering

scurried away from us toward

once he had gone. “But I can tell you, all you have done is speed up your own demise. I was willing to work with you. Do you honestly believe that they…” She motioned around the room to where the other girls were

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

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 to take note of Linda’s favorite appetizers for

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

match exactly, you will need to order the fabric by name, not mere color,” the

even a half step apart will

and listening to

had suddenly come into my path. Nor the tray of waters that the tailor had left sitting

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