AMARA'S POV
It was two days to the annual Christmas dance. Arcadia academy was swarmed with a buzzing series of events. I slipped into my school jacket, took a quick glance at the mirror, before I grabbed my bag from the hanger.
I pulled the door open. All the oxygen escaped from my lungs, when I came face to face with an elegantly dressed woman. Her brown hair was neatly styled in a sleek ponytail. My eyes hovered all over her, as I took in her physique.
Her neck was adorned with a pearl necklace. Her burgundy dress hugged her slim features, eliciting a subtle aura. I quickly bowed my head, “Good morning Luna Melissa,” I greeted.
She hissed. “What's good about the morning, huh?” She asked. Her voice had come out so steady, I almost missed the animosity etched around each word. Lun
