Rebecca’s POV
A tea party. Elite women drinking tea.
That was all Eleanor had told me to expect. So why was everyone giving me such strange, cutting glares? I was the Luna, yet these women made me feel like a low-class interloper who had sneaked into a party where I wasn't welcome.
“How much longer is this going to go on?” I asked a waitress as she served Ravina and Rina their refreshments.
The girl looked from my face to Ravina’s with visible discomfort. “I don’t know, Luna.”
“Great,” I muttered.
“Aren’t you going to have something to drink at least?” Ravina asked loudly, her voice cutting across the room.
“No, thank you,” I replied firmly.
“Are you afraid you’ll get spiked again?”
“I can’t recall saying that.”
“Wait a minute,” Rina chimed in, her voice rising to a performative
