Harper’s POV
The former Luna disappears into the walk-in closet but returns almost immediately with a gorgeous dress draped across her arms.
“This dress has been passed down for four generations from mother to daughter in my family. I have no daughter to pass it to, so I would like you to wear it, Harper,” she says.
“Luna, I can’t—”
“Oh, nonsense. I’ve watched you grow up to be a beautiful young lady, and you can’t go to the mating ball without a dress to match your beauty,” she tells me, taking my hand and pulling me up.
Once I’m on my feet, she holds the silver dress up. It sparkles in the light, the shimmery fabric swishing and touching the floor.
“You should try it on to make sure it fits.”
“Are you sure?”
Nodding, the Luna nudges me toward the closet and tells me to chan
