Adelaide's POV
Schmoozing with guests was just a masked ball for me.
Before joining the Bloodmoon Pack, my mother had the Moon Goddess Temple's etiquette priestess train me with a rod to have the standard noble smile—lips up 15 degrees, eyes with a third of warmth, and a voice like silvergrass.
After all, she groomed me to be the pack's Luna.
In socializing, we chatted and laughed cheerfully, parting with a touch of reluctance.
Once the door closes, we dropped the smiles, rubbed our sore jaws, hydrated, and prepared for the next batch.
That evening, Luna Skye and Melinda visited.
Recalling the returned gifts, I still greeted them with a warm smile. "Luna Skey, Melinda, please come in."
Luna Skye's fingers, cool as snow despite the dragon's breath scent, held my hand as she apologiz
