Chapter Seven

That night, I'm informed that I'll be having dinner with the Venturas, all of them. I'm not exactly sure how many they are supposed to be but I'm very nervous at the idea of meeting them. Not sure what the setting will be like, we decide to go for a semi formal look, pulling my long hair up into a ponytail and throwing on a pair of casual two-piece.

"How did you find your first lessons, Luna?". Anna asks as she works on my hair from behind in the mirror. The history class had practically lasted forever with the sharp eyed woman drawling on and on about their own warped versions of history. Half of the class was me resisting the urge to scream "that's not what I was taught". But what did I expect though? As they say, no one is a villian in their own versions of the truth.

The Internal Affairs lesson….when I had heard I'd be learning my duties as a Luna, I definitely didn't expect to be taught the numerous ways to pleasure a grown man in bed. My shock had been inexplicable as I listene