Estrella

Tess pulls swaths of fabric out of my trunk, sorting through party dresses and everyday dresses for anything suitable to wear through the halls now that I’m Luna.

Luna. Fuck.

“I’ve always liked this one,” Tess says.

I glance at the blue and purple damask over her arm. “I don’t want to wear blue unless I have to.”

“Because it’s their color.” Tess nods, folds her offering, and places it in the growing pile of rejected ...