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
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