ARIANA VAUGHN
The moment I told myself that I didn't want to leave this homely building, Luna Yareli appeared to inform me that the party was about to begin, and I had to get ready for it.
“Can I bail on the party? Besides, I do not have a part to play there.” I asked the woman who had made the entire day memorable for me. Every tension and uncertainty I felt about her when I hopped on her bike earlier this morning was long forgotten.
I might have chosen to be comfortable around her because of the way she attended to me the whole day. Or maybe, it was since I spent most of the day in her personal Library, reading and digesting all facts I could find about werewolves.
It was a memorable day not because I went on a picnic with Luna Yareli but because she made my day worthwhile.
Knowl
