The next morning she cautiously went to the dining hall for breakfast. She hoped she wouldn't run into Finnick or Freya. She hadn't made any friends yet, having stuck to her room most of the time when she wasn't helping Finnick.
She'd barely dug into her scrambled eggs and bacon when the double doors slammed open. Freya breezed in, dressed in a sharp business casual pants and blazer outfit. She had nothing under the blazer except a bright red bra. Her heels clacked on the floor. She put her sunglasses up onto her head as she walked. A smile spread across her face when she saw Astrid. She walked over, plunked her bag onto the table and snapped her fingers at the kitchen staff. They scrambled to prepare her food. “Hello, Luna,” she said. “Sleep well?”
“Sure,” she answered. Trying to read
