*Phoenix’s POV*
I decided to get dressed and do something with my day, refusing to be the slacker I felt myself turning into. Before Damian I had a job and a daily routine, that was something I sorely lacked since I moved in here.
Walking into the large dressing room the lights automatically picked up my movement and set the room alight with bright glowing lights. I had no idea what to wear, not when my mission would be to fit the role of Luna, my new and still unofficial position.
“I need your help,” I said when Robyn answered the phone on the second ring.
“Oh god... tell me he took the news alright,” she said, the concern evident in her tone.
“No, no, no... it’s not that... I need a new wardrobe, one suitable for a Luna,” I told her, but there was silence. “Uhm... are you still ther
