Christina’s pov
I was at a loss for words. Not only was this meeting going terribly, but I also didn't know how to fix it. Becca would be so disappointed.
I wracked my brain for an excuse that could shift the ceremony. Perhaps I could call in sick in a few days to the event, or I could just outright refuse to attend. None of those options seemed okay; I doubted Marcel would care if I was sick or not.
"We will need to think further," one of the women said.
I was already trapped in a dilemma that she was about to make matters worse. What was she about to suggest now?
Marcel took the words right out of my mouth. "What do you suggest, Mirabel?"
"After the ceremony," she said, "we'll be faced with the reality of a Luna who doesn't know anything about our traditions. I'm most certain that
