CATRIONA
I stood frozen as the people bowed before me, addressing me as Luna. My stomach tightened.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I think there's been a misunderstanding," I said awkwardly, forcing a polite smile. "My name is Catriona, not Luna."
The elegant woman who had greeted us merely smiled, unshaken.
"Please, Luna, allow me to show you to your rooms."
I bit my lip in confusion. Why do they keep calling me Luna? My uneasiness grew. What happens when they realise I'm not who they think I am?
The silent entourage led us through spotless halls and into an elevator, which lifted us to the fourth floor. Every corner of the house gleamed, too immaculate, too beautiful—it felt like stepping into a dream that wasn’t mine.
Inside the suite, Miss Olivier couldn’t contain her amazement.
"Wow..
