Luna’s POV
I unpack the sparse contents of my bag, placing them in the expensive dresser that sits on the wall facing the king sized bed that is supposedly for me. The whole room feels far too grand for my belongings; I only manage to fill two of the drawers before everything is put away.
Next, I head into the attached bathroom, taking in the gleaming white tiles that cover the walls, before I lean over the sink to splash cold water on my face. Looking up at my reflection in the small mirror above the basin, I dab my face with a hand towel before studying myself. My mud brown eyes blink back at me, magnified behind the thick prescription lenses that are permanently perched on the bridge of my nose. I reach back to check my hair, it’s pulled back into its familiar tight bun. It isn’t a fa
