|Luna Moore|
The bass from the speakers downstairs vibrates through my bedroom walls, a steady rhythm that thrums beneath my skin. The party is in full swing, and for the first time ever, it's happening at my house.
I'm still not sure what possessed me to throw it. Maybe it's the new Luna—the one who doesn't give a damn, who doesn't beg for love, who doesn't shatter over people who don't deserve her. Maybe it's the simple fact that I wanted a night where I could just exist without the weight of my past crushing me.
Or maybe, deep down, I wonder if she will come.
"Luna, if you don't pick an outfit in the next five minutes, I swear I'm walking out of here in a bathrobe," Olivia huffs dramatically, flopping onto my bed.
I smirk, holding up two dresses in front of the mirror. One is slee
