Chapter 7

I slowly made my way down the stairs to avoid tripping on my stiletto heels. I have never worn stilettos until now a and I an only wearing them because Megan was adamant on me putting them on regardless of my complaints. They were a plain black pair with a gold, heart shaped pendant hanging at the sides of each shoe to make it seem more playful.

My short, curly hair was brushed until it was a straight, dark brown mane that brushed and teased the nape of my neck. The fringe was brushed back behind my ear though a few, shorter tendrils remained and teased the corner of my right eye.

"You look stunning, Luna." Megan all but squealed excitedly from next to me.

"You've been telling me that since I put on this dress," I giggled," But thank you, Megan. I still don't understand why you forced me to wear these death traps instead of one of the many black pumps in the closet."

"Well, I wanted you to look your best, so those flats would not have done any justice with your attire." She shrugged,"