Mason POV
I watched her from the back row, hidden in the shadows where the lights didn't reach.
She was magnificent. The word was insufficient, but it was the only one I had. Luna on that stage, in her navy suit, her voice carrying to the rafters, her hands demonstrating a product that would change the world. She was luminous. She was certain. She was everything I had never helped her become.
Wendy sat two rows ahead of me, bouncing in her seat, her small face turned upward with an expression of pure adoration. She had drawn a sign on poster board—GO MOMMY—in purple crayon and glitter. She held it high whenever Luna paused, her small arms trembling with the effort.
I had come despite her refusal. Despite Cici's polite email explaining that my presence would be "inappropriate for the na
