NOELLE
There's a moment of stunned silence. Then chaos. Azalea launches herself at Azren first.
"Big bro finally locked someone down!" she pipes, punching his arm. "I was starting to think you'd die alone with your creepy angel tattoo."
Azren rolls his eyes, but he's grinning.
Azalea turns to me, her eyes sparkling. "You're so pretty I hate you. Welcome to the madhouse."
Azren laughs, gesturing.
"Uncle Belly and Aunt Cora," he says, nodding to a couple on the loveseat. Belly lifts his glass in salute, and Cora, who looks unfairly beautiful with her pale glass skin, smiles warmly.
"Uncle Ty," he continues, gesturing to a tall, broad man with salt-and-pepper hair standing near the fireplace. "Don't let the calm fool you."
Tyler gives me a small, respectful nod. "Pleasure, Luna."
Lun
