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Arielle's POV

 It was my fault anyways for waking up late like this, I looked through my wardrobe I saw that the only suitable things that I could wear for the occasion, it was a silver armless gown that I had already patched in some places because of how long I had worn it.

Leon would openly buy designer dresses and jewlries that cost a fortune for my sister while I drowned in wearing rags. I couldn't miss this occasion, I knew what awaited me if I did, Leon would practically bury me alive and if I said that I didn't have anything suitable for me to wear, he’ll have my head on a silver platter designed with fruits for breakfast. I just did a little makeup that wasn’t flawless and put on the dress.

 I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, everything seemed to be wrong.

 Was I really as ugly as he said?

What did I have to do for him to look at me the way he looked at my sister to desire me as much as he desired her and even more?Do I have to change the color of my hair? Do I have to be everything Zoey is?

Suddenly I laughed silently but sympathetically at myself, I couldn't even get him to stand staying in the same space as me and talk less of him actually liking me.

 He had been treating me like this ever since we got married. What would change it? Nothing, I didn't see any trace in his eyes when he looked at me, just hatred and condemnation.

 I soon was so lost in my day dreaming that when I snapped out of it and my eyes darted to the clock, I realized that time was truly against me .

Leon was no way to be found when I stepped out the time that I stepped out, he was gone. I didn't even know why I was surprised but it still didn’t stop that sharp pain from piercing my heart, I knew that somebody had to go and attend to the guest but it still hurt.

 But what was worse was the moment I stepped into the gallery nobody even acted as if I existed. 

It was almost as if I was less significant than the glasses of wine that were being held by the waiters that were moving around.

 I spotted my husband and saw him talking to the other Alphas, he was delicately holding a glass of wine in one hand and gesturing with the other a smile on his face and the suit that he was wearing fitted him so much.

 He was handsome.

 Ever since we were just kids I always thought that he was the most handsome man whenever he was in any room, just looking at him It was a good vision for sore eyes, especially whenever he smiled. One would think he was a sweetheart, if only they knew 

Yet I couldn’t help but wish that he would smile at me the way he smiled at strangers and guests that he probably wouldn't see for several more months until another occasion called for it.

 Seeing him like that told me that I wasn't supposed to be sulking around, I was still Luna and I needed to act like it so I found a group and decided to interact with them.

 The moment I joined in the conversation with three other women that were Lunas, they all looked at me as if they had been shocked that I was capable of speaking or something like that because all of them were immediately rendered speechless. What was wrong? I hadn’t even said anything that was not worth saying.

 The brunette in the middle finally spoke.

"Did any of the order for drinks because I didn't…"

 It was then that I realised that they had confused me for a waitress and of course why wouldn't they even though I was wearing the most expensive looking gown I had in my life,they could obviously see the patches that totally degraded it and made it look like a rag, the could see the worn out threads that had escaped from a few parts.

 "Actually I came to greet you as the Luna of the Moon stone pack…"

 To say that all of their jaws instantly fell to the floor was a huge understatement.

"But honestly we thought that she was the Luna…" one of the ladies said pointing in the direction that my eyes followed. At the moment my eyes landed on the imposter the orbs almost almost turned red in their sockets and my blood immediately began to simmer as well.

 "I believe that you are a little confused that is not the Luna you see she is my sister,"

I explained smiling through gritted teeth.

The urge to stab Zoey was there.

 "Well you'll have to forgive our confusion after all she walked in here with the Alpha and she's just well better dress than you…so it's only natural that we thought that she was the Luna,"

 I couldn't believe that Zoey had been posing as me, and he then had even walked in with her? He had left me behind on purpose, he was embarrassed of me, he didn't come here to attend to any guests, he was trying to get away from me. There was only so much shame that a woman could take and I excused myself saying that I wanted to talk with my husband.

 But before I could even see him, somebody stood in my path and when I looked up it was my sister.

 "Zoey I don't want to talk to you right now," I said to her but she wasn't even listening to me as she was busy laughing her butt off.

"Oh my gosh what are you wearing?So rustic, you look like a slave” she snickered, it reminded me of her 15 year old self when she bullied me with her friends Stacey and Maddy on one field trip.

 My fingers curled into fists.

"You can mock me as much as you want but that doesn't change the fact that I am still the Luna no matter how beautiful you are,"

 This really hit her and she retaliated by saying that if it wasn't for her parents adopting me I would have probably died in a ditch or somewhere she didn't give two fucks about.

 "I wouldn't!" I hissed at her and then suddenly I saw her hand raised to slap me and I blocked it grabbing her wrist and because I have the worst luck ever this was the very moment that Leon looked at the both of us and I saw how worried he looked…for my sister.

 I backed away from her and then she immediately fell into his arms when he came. He looked at me, his eyes burning like a freshly lit fire.

 "Honey I'm so happy you came, she was telling me that I had to change or she was going to strip me naked in front of everyone!"

Honey? She calls him honey now?

 Without even asking for my side of the story my husband immediately declared in his heart that my sister must definitely be telling the truth and began to scold me in front of everyone like I was some foolish petulant child.

 He didn't even care that important guests had stopped whatever they were doing and now looking at us, no the only thing that he cared about was that wicked sister of mine and as he was yelling at me like a lunatic my sister was smiling from ear-to-ear and then I pointed my finger at her trying to tell him that she was smiling and was totally okay.

 But then he probably thought I wanted to hit her and shoved me away but instead of my body colliding with the floor somebody called me and I heard somebody else say.

"It's Scar,"