Mirellie
“Because you have a whole lot of things that need to be rearranged.”
The urge to scream was overwhelming, but I forced it down. The last thing I needed was to look like a toddler throwing a tantrum before seven in the morning.
Why couldn’t this position have been given to someone else by the moon goddess. Why did it have to be me?
Some other woman would have appreciated all of this. One of those girls who spent her life preparing for high society. The kind who attended etiquette lessons, practiced perfect smiles and dreamed about becoming Luna someday. She would have woken up before her alarm. She would have greeted Hannah with excitement instead of resentment. She would have been grateful to have someone organizing her life and guiding her through her responsibilities.
But m
