Luna’s POV
I hurry to the end of the driveway where Celeste is waiting. The headlights of her mustard yellow Mini Cooper, complete with black racing stripes on the hood, slice through the darkness, illuminating the street. It seems the reporters have given up and gone home leaving the street in silence.
I open the passenger side door, slipping into the seat and click my seatbelt into place. A heavy sigh escapes me as I sink back into the headrest, letting my eyes flutter closed.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ Celeste asks.
I open my eyes to look over at her. Her expression is tight with genuine concern.
I shake my head. ‘No’ I admit honestly. ‘I’m not.’
My friend nods, thankfully reading the room and withholding the barrage of questions. Instead, she offers a simple lifeline: ‘what do you need
