Amelia’s POV
Even with the unpleasantness Claire tried to bring forward to the event, it still seemed to be going well. From what I could tell, looking at people’s smiles and the way they were eating, dancing, and enjoying themselves, most people seemed to be having a fun time.
Soon, even I had forgotten about Claire’s presence, our confrontation, and the way she had glared at me.
Instead, I focused on the event, and then, when I saw my daughters nearby, excitedly looking at the flowers, at the displays, and especially at one of the guests’ lavish dress, I decided perhaps the duties of a Luna could be placed on hold for a moment to come behind the duties of a mother.
“She’s so pretty…” Amy said in wonder.
“How does she get the butterflies to stay on her dress?” Stacy asked.
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