FORSYTHIA’S POV
I sat in my room, holding the dress of Luna Charlotte that Unila had sabotaged. My hand brushed over the soft fabric as I imagined the girl who had once worn it. Her face remained a blur in my mind because I had no idea who Charlotte was.
Had the girl wearing this dress been happy on her wedding day? Did she know that after she became Luna, another man would kill her husband to possess her?
And then, he killed her too. Was that why Mak was called cruel?
A knock at the door cut through my thoughts.
"Who is it?" Setting Charlotte's dress down, I stood up and walked cautiously toward the door. I gripped the knife Mak had given me.
"Luna, I... I am Un... Unila..." A stuttering voice, filled with fear, rang out. "Your dress... it’s finished..."
Had it already been more th
