Vera’s POV
After the party, we returned to the mansion. I was completely exhausted—mentally and physically. My heels were killing me, my cheeks ached from smiling too much, and my head was still buzzing from the weight of so many eyes on me.
All I wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear for the next twelve hours.
The moment I reached my room, I didn’t even think about changing out of my dress. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my clutch on the floor, and collapsed face-first onto the bed, not caring if I ruined the fabric.
So this is what it feels like to be a Luna at a political gathering.
I didn’t know going to a party could be so exhausting. It wasn’t just the talking or the dancing—it was the pressure. The watching. The quiet judgment behind every nod and smile. I felt like I’d be
