Gabriela
One Year Later
"Are you nervous?" I ask as Raya sucks in a breath.
"Of course not. It's only a ball," she says as she raises her eyebrow at me.
"A ball in which your king will announce you as his Luna. No one would blame you if you were nervous, you know."
Raya rolls her eyes, her hand on her hip. The courtyard lights make the iridescent sequins in her gown glitter.
Though the bunched skirts do a fair job of hiding her fuller figure, my eyes are not so easily fooled.
"Are you feeling nauseous at all?" I ask, glancing back and forth, waiting for someone to pop their head in and request Raya's presence.
"Not at this moment," she huffs.
She paces back and forth, and I can't help but grin.
"How far along are you?" I ask, my own emotions getting the best of me. It feels like
