Luna’s POV
I left the bathroom hallway and slipped back into the hall where the main event was.
The gala hall glittered like a frozen galaxy. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, scattering light across polished marble floors, reflecting in every satin gown and polished shoe. The murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the distant hum of music blended into a low, sophisticated roar. My fingers twisted nervously around the strap of my clutch. I hated the spotlight—but tonight, my mother had thrust me into it.
Her name echoed through the microphone: “Will the guests please turn their attention to the stage?”
My mother stepped forward with a graceful ease that only came from years of public life. Her voice rang clear, commanding the room’s attention as she spoke of dreams, dedi
