The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0412

“Maid! Oh, where is my maid!” Bridget called from the center of the ballroom that was once again our makeshift stage. The real stage was currently being worked on at the far end of the room. Occasionally the sound of hammers or saws would cut through our rehearsal.

Bridget said my cue, so I’m forced now to move to the center of the stage.

“My true lover will be here in a moment. Maid, please! You must help me. Keep watch at the door, and if anyone comes, you must let us know!”

Here came my one line of the entire show. “At once, Mistress.”

We were playing the parts we were born to play, Bridget had said. Thanks a lot.

The script dictated that I moved toward the door but stay on screen, so I moved toward the edge of where our fake-stage was.

At this point, Nicholas’s character was supposed to climb through a window to see Bridget’s character. Since the set was still being worked on, Nicholas just walked up instead.

“Oh! There he is! My love!” Bridget held open her arms. Her eyes were full of longing, like they had been separated forever and not just had a lengthy conversation about something from their childhood not twenty minutes ago during a break.

I guessed this was why Bridget was out there making millions and winning awards.

Nicholas, meanwhile, was no trained actor. He stepped to where Bridget had marked his spot with tape the last time he had messed this up. Then, he awkwardly shifted to face Bridget.

“Hello, uh… my love,” he said like he was greeting the refrigerator.

Bridget’s smile tightened ever-so-much. It must have been painful, going from working with professional actors to us amateurs. Though… truly she brought this on herself. Julian was the second-best actor in the room, but she didn’t want him as the second-biggest part.

She wanted Nicholas, Honest, steadfast Nicholas, who was so straightforward, he didn’t know how to lie well enough to act his way out of a wet paper bag.

“My eyes don’t deceive me,” Bridget said, coming closer to him. She was a true professional. If she was in a scene with a bad actor, she just needed to act well

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enough for the both of them. “Oh, my love, I am so glad you are here. Tell me. Do you bring good news of our engagement?”

Nicholas stared off for a beat too long.

you bring good news

No. Uh, no, my father… that is… he refused to give his…

on, on purpose to get out of doing this. But that couldn’t be. He was too honest

that for a while. Until it came to the part that I absolutely dreaded the most: the scene where Nicholas and Bridget

closed her eyes

down at her with a frown. “We don’t have

still closed. “So that it will be

be fine,”

indulging her. Bridget cleared her throat, and then her bright countenance was back as if it had never left. She bounced back quickly from rejection, I

at me. When our eyes met, I saw the whispered promise in his gaze. You are the

heart soared. He didn’t want to kiss her unless he absolutely had to. The

golden eyes, that I nearly missed a second pair also looking at

away the moment I met her gaze. She turned so quickly, I wondered if I had

way, blessedly, the scene ended and I was

her script as Susie was nervously reading through hers for the hundredth time the past

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of her scenes is

Susie said. “Why would Bridget think I could do

you can,” Tiffany said. “She sees the potential in you for

me was to be a maid so I doubted it was as deep as all that. And I didn’t know if Bridget had

to Bridget,” I said. “We

in her eyes. “Do you really think so?” She clutched my arm

“Let’s see.”

did not release her death grip as together we approached Bridget. She was mostly alone, thank goodness, having a drink of

are you doing over here?

a

I think it would be a good idea if we switched roles. See, Susie has

assigned each person

was a maid. But that wasn’t my purpose here, so I pushed down the anger. I wanted to help Susie,

Bridget did seem earnest in this. She probably didn’t even realize what she was doing when I got the maid role.

they were pushing the poor girl into an anxiety