|| Lilac’s POV ||

The peach dress looked good—I’d give myself that much. Soft fabric, delicate embroidery, the kind of understated elegance that screamed "I didn’t try too hard" even though I’d spent an hour agonizing over it. The pearls were a nice touch—classic, regal. A Luna’s signature.

Too bad I wasn’t a Luna anymore. Which is ironic considering I wasn't anymore.

I tugged at the straps, my reflection staring back with a frown. Why the hell did the ...