If I had ever wondered what it would be like to be the heroine of a romance manhwa, an innocent bystander forced to fight tooth and nail to protect her reputation from scheming villains, I didn't have to look any further because I was now living it.
The scandalous accusation that I had stolen a dress from the woman in front of me was spreading like wildfire through the growing crowd, and they were now whispering to themselves, judging me before I even had a chance to defend myself.
“How shameless,” someone scoffed.
“And she’s supposed to be our Luna?” another muttered.
A flush crept up my cheeks, but I held my tongue. Yelling would only make me seem irrational. And that was the last thing I needed right now.
Instead, I focused my attention on the brunette glaring at me. Her breath
