CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LIANA'S POV
Everywhere I went—it was always the same.
"Hi. I’m here for the job. I saw the vacancy sign."
"Oh yes‚ we need someone urgently. What’s your name‚ dear?"
"Liana. Liana Rivers."
They’d smile. Hand me a form. Sometimes even compliment me.
Then they’d see it.
Their eyes would drop to my neck. Their faces would change.
"Oh... I’m so sorry. We’ve just filled the position."
Or—
"Please‚ forgive me. We didn’t realize. Luna."
Or—
"We’re not worthy to hire someone like you. So sorry‚ Luna."
Five different places. All the same. And each time I walked out‚ it was as if a part of me was being chipped away. As if the world had already decided who I was—something I didn’t understand.
By the time I stepped out of the fifth place‚ I could barely breathe. My legs
