The Luna Choosing Game
“Nicholas might not choose me, but if you think for a second that you are going to be the one to stay, then you are more delusional than I thought.”
Bridget glare cut through me. She lowered her voice to a dangerous hiss. “I am not only staying, I am going to be Nicholas’s Luna and this nation’s Queen. Just you wait, Piper. You’ll be watching my coronation on the television from your small town soon enough.”
“Bridget,” Veronica said, stepping closer to me. “I thought I smelled something. Are you sure you put on enough perfume?”
Bridget not-so-subtly dipped her head to sniff herself. Then she lifted her chin. “I smell great, thank you.” Still, she scurried away.