Luna
“Looks like you’re looking for trouble,” the girl said again, her tone sharp yet oddly friendly.
I turned slowly to face her, wary of what her intentions might be. She stood with her arms crossed, her stance relaxed but confident. She was shorter than me, with striking features that seemed to draw attention effortlessly. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief, and her wavy black hair tied back in a neat braid.
The maid who had bumped into me glared at her but said nothing, huffing as she walked away. I watched, confused and still on edge.
“Don’t mind her,” the girl said, turning her gaze to me. “She’s just bitter because she’s not half as competent as she thinks she is.” She paused, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You must be new.”
I nodde
