IRENE
"Don't you think the weather's a little too hot for turtle necks?" Aunt asked as she picked up a fresh red apple and placed it in her basket. Her gaze shifted to hold my gaze and her soft smile as she glanced at my outfit made my cheek burn.
"It's not what you think," I said quickly in a pathetic attempt to defend myself.
She laughed, walking past me in the open supermarket, "Oh, but it is what I felt last night. Congratulations." she whispered, chuckling as she moved to the next shop. Everyone was eager for her to come to their stall. She was Luna after all.
Congratulations, huh? "Thanks," If she noticed anything was amiss, she'd hold me down until I spilled what was wrong.
"But you don't seem happy for someone who finally just got her ticket into the pack."
Ah, dammit! Cheer
