Mira:
She was too calm.
Too composed.
Too Luna.
It made my jaw tighten as my insides boiled with rage.
We walked through the boutique-lined street of the northern district, a place I once dreamed of coming to… not as a guest, not on someone else’s arm, but on my own. As someone respected. Desired. Chosen.
Instead, I was here because she was here.
Natalia.
The woman who used to be the same as me. Who used to command me with a single glance. Who used to sit in rooms I wasn't allowed to enter until she called for me.
And now?
Now she wore the Luna title like it had always belonged to her.
And I was still walking by her side, one step behind her even, because it was her who was coming here, not me.
Even as she walked with me now, her steps steady, her smile quiet, her body clothed
