The room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, was a cocoon of silence and anticipation as Lorenzo stepped in. I stood in front of the mirror, unaware of Lorenzo’s arrival as I wrestled with the front of my dress. Of course the final dress was the one I chose, but it was a stunning gown t
The grand hall of Black Moon was alight with the soft glow of lanterns, the air filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the subtle undertone of music that seemed to weave through the crowd, binding them together in a tapestry of celebration. Standing beside Lorenzo as we greeted their guests,
The aftermath of the party, with its revelations and confrontations, left the grand hall of Black Moon echoing with the remnants of whispered conversations and the soft patter of departing footsteps. I found herself standing by the expansive windows, gazing out at the moonlit landscape that stretche
The next day I could feel myself being awkward at breakfast, and I knew Lorenzo noticed. I tried to play everything off by simply saying I was tired, but I should’ve known he knew me better than that. As we exited the dining hall, Lorenzo grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks. “Hey, I can tel
It certainly wasn’t pretty, like something you’d see a mommy-blogger post with pictures of her kids. It was an all gray interface that looked more like a series of depressing diary entries, but I knew that it was really a well of knowledge. “Nice work, I may have to introduce you to my tech divisi
“Me?! The Lycan Luna wants me to perform the Luna Dance? That’s notoriously the hardest ballet ever to perform, it’s every dancer’s dream to even learn the Luna Dance let alone perform it! And now I’m being asked to perform it in front of the royal family?” I paced back and forth in Lorenzo’s office
The next 24 hours were nothing short of hectic. After Lorenzo and I accepted the Lycan Luna’s invitation, the whole estate was sent out to begin preparations; and before I knew it, we were off to the Royal Palace to begin rehearsing for the Luna Dance. “It’s tradition that the dancers stay at the
“Sterling, didn’t expect to see you here,” Lorenzo said, an edge to his voice. He was trying to bait Cruz into another round of their ongoing competition. “Are you really surprised Sinclair? I always make sure to have the best dancer on my arm,” Cruz replied, giving me a condescending look. I roll