The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0183

I continued to hold Susie’s hand as we were led into the staged area for the ceremony. The 14 of us that

were left were lined up into three rows.

Camera crews were setting up in front of us. On the other side, three small stages were arranged side by side, each with their own set of stairs. A throne was arranged at the far end of the room for the King and

Queen.

Sometime after we arrived, the royal family came in together. I tried to catch Julian’s eye, but he wouldn’t look at me. He didn’t look at any of the candidates. His typical bored façade was in place.

I worried about him for a moment. Just what had the King wanted to talk to him about?

But then I saw Nicholas and all other thoughts flew straight out of my head. I hadn’t seen him since our

kiss in the hallway outside Julian’s door, when I’d lost myself and wanted to be ravaged.

He wasn’t looking at me either, but this one, I understood. I only hoped he didn’t regret it. Our

relationship was… complicated. Impossible, probably. But the way he held me in that moment… I wouldn’t

trade it away.

The King and Queen moved to their thrones. The producers then directed the princes up onto the

stages. Each had their own.

Nathan stood in front of us and explained, “If your name is called, move up the stairs of the stage

belonging to the prince who selected you. You will be expected to thank them personally.”

The girls all nodded. I did too.

When the cameras were set up, the producers nodded to Nathan. We waited a few minutes until the

clock hit 7pm, then the camera lights turned red.

My heart was in my throat.

The elimination ceremony was about to begin.

Nathan turned on his 1000–watt smile and faced the cameras, his microphone in hand.

event, ladies and gentleman. Tonight, your three princes will each select three ladies of their choice to stay through the elimination. This will bring our count down from

We’re about to

and we all smiled. The other cameras zoomed in on each of the princes. Joyce looked bored. Julian winked and waved. Nicholas was entirely

cameras returned to Nathan, he continued to explain the rules. The princes would submit their three names and then one by one, the chosen candidates would be called until all

wrote their selections and handed them in to waiting servants. The servants then brought

sent the audience to commercial, and no sooner, one of the producers started yelling at the

other.

only 8 names!”

producer hushed the first. “Think of the drama, man. This is going to make for great TV.”

they talking about?”

don’t know,” I whispered back. Only 8 names? Could that mean

that be? Didn’t

spoke with Nathan,

speak with the King,” he started to say, but the

We’re coming back from commercial in 3… 2… 1…” They pointed

on regardless. “W–welcome back! We will now begin with the ceremony! Each prince will read the names of their selections, one at a time. Prince Nicholas, we will begin with you. If you could please say the name of one

his throat. I held

“Lilliana.”

”

exhale. I wasn’t surprised, but I still wanted it to be me.

forward without any outward reaction. She crossed the floor, walked up the stairs in front of Nicholas, and said, “Thank you.”

she moved to

nice,” Nathan said. “Prince Julian, you

Julian didn’t save me here, no

my name that came out of it. Some of the girls

looked at me for reaction. The cameras

breaking. How much time would they give me to pack my bags? Would Elva have time to say goodbye to Nicholas, or would

we’d never been here at all?

continued. Joyce selected Jessica. For his second round, Nicholas picked Olivia. Julian and Joyce picked girls who clapped in excitement and hurried

was nearing the final round, Susie and I looked at each other. We

our moments were numbered here, and soon

producers pulled Nathan aside quickly to whisper in

like to change things up and start with Joyce,” Nathan said, when he was

on camera.

glanced at us remaining girls. Then his gaze

“Susie.”

looked at me. I smiled and nodded, urging her forward.

for myself. Joyce had saved her for another few weeks, and

forward, weaving through the remaining girls. When she finally