Julia’s POV
It was the day of the banquet, and yes, I was still nervous. I wished to hide somewhere so that I didn’t need to face those people and hear their criticism. But thinking that Hades was trying too much for me, I couldn’t let him down.
“Is the fitting okay, Miss Julia?”
The seamstress’ soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at her through the mirror and tried to smile.
“Didn’t we just try it last night?” I said quietly. “It’s perfect.”
“I know, but still…” she hesitated, fingers brushing the fabric as if afraid to ruin it. Then she looked up at me with a gentle smile. “I just want to make sure you look your best,so no one dares say anything against you.”
Her words warmed my heart. I was afraid people might not accept me, as no one had addressed me as their Luna.
