Teresa

I picked up the mirror from the dresser and handed it over to the Luna so she could take a look at the way I braided her hair.

She glanced at the hand mirror and her reflection broke into a wide grin.

“How did you learn to make hair so well?” She looked up at me.

I shrugged. “Call it the perks of serving your entire life.”

She frowned a little. “That is not supposed to be a joke.” She pushed herself up and glanced around her, picking up her purse.

“You ...