Leona's POV
I instinctively looked up, following the sound.
Across the courtyard, a woman strode toward us in high heels. She wore a form-fitting dark gown, her golden waves bouncing with each step. An overpowering perfume hit us before she did—bold, sharp, and impossible to ignore.
Her gaze swept over me from head to toe, lips curling into a contemptuous sneer.
When she reached me, she rolled her eyes dramatically, as if even a second more of looking at me would soil her vision.
"How ridiculous," she snorted coldly. "Anyone standing here could be called Luna?"
Before I could respond, she stepped past me, her attention snapping to the figure behind me.
"Andrew."
Her tone sharpened instantly, commanding. "Come here."
I felt the small body behind me stiffen. He glanced at her hesita
