LUNE

Lune's fingers were trembling as she scanned the overdue rent notice, the weight of her financial troubles pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. It had been months since she could comfortably pay her bills, and the part-time job at the café was barely enough to keep her afloat. That evening, as the rain poured down in icy sheets, she decided to take a detour after work, wandering through the upscale part of town where the wealth and luxury of the city seemed a world away from her cramped apartment.She didn’t belong there—she knew that—but the glittering lights of the towering buildings and the allure of wealth were strangely comforting, even if only to look at from a distance.As fate would have it, Lune’s umbrella flipped inside out as she crossed a street, the wind snatching it from her hands and sending it tumbling down the road. Cursing under her breath, she dashed after it, paying little attention to the sleek black car speeding toward her.The screech of brakes and the fl

Lune’s parents sat at the old wooden table, the weight of Arlo Donovan’s offer hanging heavily in the air between them. The dim light of the kitchen flickered softly, but it did little to brighten the suffocating atmosphere. Her father, Gerald, stared blankly at the sheet of paper in front of him—the contract that Arlo had sent earlier that day. It was an offer that would wipe away all of their debts, lift them from the crushing weight of financial ruin, and secure their future in ways they hadn’t dared dream about for years. Yet, as appealing as the solution was on the surface, there was an undeniable darkness underneath.Evelyn, Lune’s mother, sat across from him, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. She hadn’t said a word since they’d opened the letter, but the tears welling in her eyes spoke volumes. She had known this day would come; she had sensed something lurking for years—something wrong about the way Arlo seemed to circle their lives, always from a distan

Evelyn paced around the small living room, her hands wringing the corner of her apron. Gerald sat at the table, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wood, but the tension in his face betrayed his unease. The house felt unusually quiet despite the looming presence of the decision they'd made. Arlo would arrive soon, and with him, the final steps of their daughter's future would be cemented. "I just don't know if we made the right choice," Evelyn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She stopped by the window, peering out as if expecting Arlo’s shadowy figure to appear any moment. Gerald sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We had no choice, Evelyn. Our debts... Lune will be secure, and that's all that matters now." "But we barely know him! And Lune..." She trailed off, her heart aching at the memory of her daughter’s sullen silence, the distance she’d created between them ever since they had accepted Arlo’s offer. "I know," Gerald replied, his voice quieter now. "But Arlo i

Owe news spread through the town like wildfire—Arlo, the mysterious billionaire who kept mostly to himself, was getting onesried. It seemed that no one could talk about anything else. Whispers filled the streets, shops, and cafés, and every corner of the town buzzed with speculation."Can you believe it? Arlo’s finally tying the knot!" one woman exclaimed in the bakery, her eyes wide with disbelief as she spoke to her friend."I wonder who the lucky bride is," another woman chimed in, leaning over the counter. "No one’s even seen her, but she must be stunning to catch his eye."The truth was, no one in town had any idea who the bride-to-be was. Arlo had been careful to keep Lune’s identity a secret, and despite the growing curiosty, the town had been left guessing. This only fueled the excitement, turning Arlo's upcoming wedding into the most talked-about event in recent memory.The girls in town, especially, couldn’t stop speculating. Arlo had always been a subject of fascination—his

The days blurred together for Lune, each one creeping closer to the wedding with an overwhelming sense of inevitability. It felt as though time moved too quickly, yet each hour dragged on in agonizing silence. The preparations for the wedding had transformed her home into a whirlwind of activity, with servants rushing about, fabrics strewn across every surface, and flowers blooming in every corner. But amidst the bustle, Lune remained still, caught in the eye of the storm.Valerie had returned from her trip, her presence a brief comfort, but even her cheerful attempts to lift Lune’s spirits could not shake the heavy feeling lodged in her chest. Lune smiled when she was supposed to, nodded when spoken to, but inside, her thoughts tumbled and twisted.Now, with the wedding just a day away, Lune lay awake in her room, staring at the ceiling. The weight of her future pressed down on her. Tomorrow, she would no longer be herself—Lune, the girl who once had dreams and ambitions of her own.