Elena
“Obviously, this is a publicity nightmare.”
Kana was across the table from me, printed articles splayed out between us. A photograph that will not live rent-free in my mind, perhaps become a symbol of my legacy as a disgraceful Luna.
The picture is not fake, of course— that is really me with Jaxon Adler, heading into an establishment fit for a romantic dinner date. The picture is not real, either— there was no kiss or intimate moment as the angle of the picture presents.
But the public doesn’t know that, nor do they care. The story is written for us, and we can only hope it doesn’t turn the world upside down.
“We will make a statement, eventually, but not so soon that people think we are trying to squash it,” Kana continued. “The real goal is to spin it to our advantage. We
