TRINITY’S POV
I paused nervously outside of the door, shifting from foot to foot before finally lifting my hand to rap my knuckles against the polished wood.
“Come on in,” a voice called from inside. “The door’s open, my hands are just full.”
I turned the knob and poked my head inside, blinking against the bright light filtering in through the large bay window. A woman was crouched on the ground before it, pinning the hemline around a silhouetted dress form. Her back was turned to me, but she peered over her shoulder expectantly when the door let out a telling creak.
“Ah, you must be the new Luna I’ve heard so much about. Well, come in, come in. Don’t be shy.”
The woman stood slowly to her feet, smoothing her ringed hands over an ankle-length ribbon skirt. Her black hair was bound i
