_Mira's POV_
The night of the Selene festival had finally arrived. I wore the dress Aaron had given me—a beautiful white gown that seemed to glow under the light. Standing in front of the mirror, I smiled, feeling more elegant than I had in years. The soft lace, the shimmer of the beads…it was like something out of a dream.
A light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Mira?” Aaron’s voice called from the other side. “May I come in?”
“Yes, come in,” I replied, smoothing down the fabric.
He stepped in, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. “You look beautiful, Mira,” he said, his voice soft. “Like a true Luna.”
“Thank you, Aaron.” My cheeks flushed at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me.
He glanced at his watch. “The celebrations have already begun. Come downstairs with
