“Here, try this one next,” Norah encouraged, giving Phoebe yet another gown to try on.
This one was pink with a slight orange tint. She was pretty sure the color was called salmon. There were a lot of things she never thought of before becoming Luna to the Blue Moon pack. This was one of those.
“It’s a shame we can’t go with blue,” Norah fussed, looking at a light blue gown. “Blue goes so good with your eyes.”
“And why can’t we?” Phoebe asked from the dressing room.
“Because her royal pain always wears blue,” Lucille sighed. “And if anyone dares copy heads will roll.”
In the three months since her Luna Ceremony, Phoebe felt she had been pulled in a hundred different directions. The pack itself finally seemed to have settled into a routine now with their Luna firmly at the helm.
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