CHAPTER 29

Expectations are the architects of disappointment, and I felt the pleasure seeping through me as I shattered their wildest with every step I took. I was a wildcard and right now, leaving their jaws dropping was my most satisfying feat.

The modest Luna. Poised and delicate. I was supposed to be collected and demure. Those were the adjectives I lived for through the years.

However, since this was the last time, I decided to break free from their boxed image of me.

Who cares, in thirty minutes, I’m no longer the Luna. Jane could shoulder all the expectations later on.

This was why I can’t blame those who brought liquor or danced as though they were in a nightclub, when in fact, this was a party for an unborn baby — because I, too, was donned in a red, lewd dress that demanded attention from all directions.

The supposed long sleeves were cut off when I saw it shredded on the bed, so I cut it shorter, into a pair of spaghetti straps that embraced my shoulders. The neckline plunged dari