AMBER POV
I stormed out of the bathroom, Daisy and Violet’s words still echoing in my ears.
“Alan’s going to make Rose his Luna. You know he can’t resist her.” Daisy’s smug voice was coated in honeyed venom.
“Of course. She’s perfect for him. And poor Amber? God, she’s just… sad.” Violet’s laugh was sharp and cruel.
My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself not to react. I wasn’t going to cry. Not anymore.
Alan’s Luna. Perfect Rose.
I just remember when in 10th grade she said to the teacher Italy was in Africa and the capital was Paris. Do I have to say anything else? I don’t think so.
The worst thing was that their words stung more than I wanted to admit, more than anything Christian had ever done to me.
Why? Why did i still feel something for him? For them? I didn’t want. I
