Abby
The masquerade continues around me as I slip away from Karl to catch my breath. Normally, I would enjoy the music, the food, the laughter, and the drinks. But right now, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Everything is reminding me of the arrangement I’ve gotten myself involved in, and it doesn’t help any that people keep staring at me and asking questions about my relationship with Karl.
“Is it true, Abby? You’re our Luna again?”
“When are you getting married?”
“Are you really having a family together?”
I keep trying to answer the questions as vaguely and as cordially as I can, but it’s all too much. I need a moment to collect my thoughts, to escape the prying eyes and probing questions.
As discreetly as I can, I slip away from the crowd, making my way through the mansion until
