Aeliana
I woke up next to Stella in her bed on the second floor. I couldn't bear to return to the Luna suite last night. It was one thing when I was certain I was going to have the position deserving of that beautiful room. But now, when I wasn't sure whether I'd ever be the Luna of Blue Moon, it seemed wrong to stay there.
I turned over and looked at Stella. She might have all the grace in the world when she was awake, but the only way to describe the way she slept was...sloppy. Her hair was a snarled rat's nest, limbs stretched out in all different directions, the covers twisted around her legs. She even snored.
I brushed her hair back, then gently poked her cheek. "Stella," I whispered, poking her again. "Wake up."
"Nrrrgh," she grumbled with a huff, swatting at my hand. I nudged he
