We exited the bathroom together, drawing a few curious glances from people in the lobby. Gabriel was waiting near the concession stand, arms folded across his chest, looking bored and impatient rather than contrite.
“Finally,” he muttered as we approached. “Can we go now? Or does the princess need more time to fuss over her dress?”
Something inside of me snapped then. After years of taking Gabriel’s snide comments and dirty looks, after years of biting my tongue and playing the perfect, compliant Luna, I was done.
“Excuse me?” I barked. “What did you just call me?”
Gabriel’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He clearly hadn’t expected me to challenge him, as if the one time I had used my Luna Voice on him had just been a fluke. “Well, it’s a bit dramatic to cut the movie short
