The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0471 “Oh, no! Piper, I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed. She placed her empty glass down on a nearby table then held her hands out to me like she intended to do something. Yet she never actually touched me or my clothes. “What can we do? That will stain right away!” She was right. Red wine stains didn’t come out at all once they were set.

I studied Bridget for a moment, trying to determine if this had truly been an accident. Everything had happened so quickly. Bridget could have lost balance. In the moment, that had been what it looked like.

Bridget was a professional actress. She could make anything look accidental.

But what would her end goal have been

for deception? To ruin my outfit? To get me out of the way? I wasn’t even talking to Nicholas, I had been talking to Julian! And Bridget hadn't really shown any possessive interest in him. At least, not on the same level of Nicholas.

If this hadn’t been an accident, that meant that Bridget had it personally out for me, and that just seemed so... I don’t know. Too much.

It had to be an accident.

Veronica stood from her spot. She had a handkerchief and tried to help me wipe at the various spots. But it didn’t matter. The stain seemed set already and trying to wipe it away only stretched the stain out, making it worse.

The outfit was basically trash now.

Unless I could get it soaking in cold water. That might be the only way to salvage it.

Veronica traded me the handkerchief for the empty bottle. “We'll keep an eye on Elva,” she said. “Go change.” That seemed like the best plan to me.

“Thank you,” I told her.

“Oh, Piper. Forgive me,” Bridget said.

headed toward the sliding glass door that seemed

I gestured to my shirt, I asked, “Do you have any idea where my luggage

luggage into the foyer while the room assignments are

as beautiful as the outside, with bamboo motifs and a tropical theme. Photos of palm leaves and exotic birds covered most of the walls. The furniture was mostly wicker with decorative cushions. I The foyer was much smaller than the one in the palace. It was mostly just a mudroom,

hang their clothes in the nearby closet. Our luggage was lined up there, just inside the door.

bag and dragged it back toward the bathroom. I

me. Some still didn’t. I was worried a little about what the situation would be here. It was a relief to know that the staff here would not be repeating the trend I experienced there. Maybe the tropical weather

me as I stood

you are ready, Miss. The sooner we get them

stain.” I was incredibly grateful to her. So I ducked into the bathroom with my bag, changed out of my clothes, and then held them out for her after opening the door enough

heard her footsteps disappear

floor, zipped it open, and in a flash, all good feelings vanished. Instead,

inside of my bag was covered in sticky red paint! It looked like someone had put a paint bomb in here. Cursing, I dug through my clothes, searching

one of my clothes seemed damaged. @ For this

smaller bag tucked into the corner of this

help me right

clothes were damaged. And I

would have to

looking for me. God, 1 hoped it would be Veronica or Julian, and not Bridget. ws

Unless...

lid of the suitcase and then opened the top flap. There, I had stashed the two piece bikini that I had been too embarrassed to try on. It had seemed too revealing then. But. We were on a beach, right? Would it really be

the imagination. The triangles covered my nipples well enough, but much of the swell of my breasts were exposed. And the bottoms showed

and took a breath, steadying myself. This was fine. It was the beach. Everyone dressed like