Chapter Sixteen
Ever since she was a child Viviane hated the Luna festival. It was a ridiculous show of male insecurities in the form of brash, masochistic displays of brute idiocy; a bunch of grown men fighting over one woman. It was a ridiculous display of female vanity and conceit; a grown woman pretending to be a damsel in distress.
Viviane didn’t want men fighting over her. She didn’t believe in these rituals. She was a woman of science. She knew there had not been men who were suns fighting over the love of the Moon. She knew full well that two centuries ago, human beings had knocked the world off kilter and brought the planet closer to the Moon’s orbit. That was a fact.
But Gloria Veracruz loved the annual brawl. Every year her mother claimed the damsel spot. Her father would be
