Expectations were the architects of disappointment, and I felt the pleasure seeping through me as I shattered their wildest with every step I took. I was a wildcard, and right now, leaving their jaws dropping was my most satisfying feat.
The modest Luna. Poised and delicate. I was supposed to be collected and demure. Those were the adjectives I lived for through the years.
However, since this was the last time, I decided to break free from their boxed image of me.
Who cares? In thirty minutes, I’m no longer the Luna. Violet could shoulder all the expectations later on.
That was why I couldn’t blame those who brought liquor or danced as though they were in a nightclub when, in fact, this was a party for an unborn baby — because I, too, was donned in a red, lewd dress that demanded atten
