Eden’s pov:
Luna Emily was a dear.
She kept comforting me, handed me tissues – many tissues – and assured me multiple times that she would get the dress repaired no matter what.
By the fourth time she told me the designer friend would be of help for real, I perked up at long last, “Do you really think so?”
“I know so,” she offered me a small smile. “I am really sorry you’re going through this. I can’t even imagine how painful it must feel.”
“I don’t wish the feeling on anyone to be honest,” I nodded at her, a rueful smile stretching my lips, as I fought another onslaught of tears.
Soon enough, Susie was done with her homework and challenged me to a game of Scrabble, saying in her usual sweet child voice, “I’mma even let you win this time around. Just cheer up. Pretty please?”
