Apphia 
I glare at the brunette who hugged my mate at my Luna ceremony as she approaches me cockily. She has the perfect hourglass figure with big boobs and is wearing a low--cut black dress that shows off her legs. She looks at me like I'm dirt beneath her shoe. I try to remember her name, but it eludes me. She stops and scowls at me once she's within arms' reach. 
" Afia, is it?" she sneers. 
" Apphia," I correct, my voice small. She knows my name but is trying to aggravate me. ...