The Luna Choosing Game
Likely, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be very good.
Bridget dragged her gaze down my outfit. She continued smiling but the nature of her smile shifted into something like pity. Or mockery.
“Oh, Piper,” she said with sympathy. It didn’t entirely match the pleased look on her face. “You really didn’t think this outfit through, did you? A white sundress when we’re going underwater? When that gets wet, it is going to basically be translucent.”
Oh, God. In my panic to grab whatever this morning, I hadn’t even thought of that. Fortunately, I was wearing a tasteful bra and panties, but I didn’t exactly want to showcase that to the public or to the merfolk royalty.