LAYLA
The room was a hive of activity as the maids worked diligently to prepare me for the bonding ceremony.
My silver masterpiece of a dress shimmered like the moon. Every time the sunlight touched it the delicate embroidery glistened. The gown was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, its majestic train swept elegantly around me and it fitted me perfectly, hugging my curves and silently thanked the dressmaker. The gown was perfect for hiding my small baby bump.
Attractive but modest the fabric embraced my body making it the ideal outfit for a Luna. But despite my attractive appearance, I was unable to get rid of the knot of anxiety that was twisting in my stomach.
My hair was delicately pulled by the maids into an elegant style that was designed with tiny pearls. With a tiny mi
