Luna's POV
The music slowed, soft and sweet, as laughter and conversation hummed around the wedding reception. Fairy lights glittered overhead like captured stars, casting a warm glow over everything. Jimmy and Lucy were still dancing, lost in their own world, their joy radiating through the night like a blessing.
I stood at the edge of the dance floor, champagne glass in hand, smiling as I watched them. Their happiness felt like a promise — proof that after all the chaos, peace was possible. My chest warmed with relief and pride.
Jaden had been unusually quiet all evening. He hovered near me, his usual sharp remarks toned down, his expression unreadable. Now, as the song faded and another began, he stepped toward me with a strange determination in his eyes.
“Luna,” he said, his voice
