"I’m Angela," she said quietly, placing her hand in Lucianna’s and letting herself be pulled to her feet. She brushed the grass from her simple, faded dress, her gaze drifting to me and lingering gently on my stomach for a long moment before she looked back up. There was no envy in her eyes, only a quiet, reverent awareness. "I know who you are. Everyone knows the Luna.""It is a pleasure to meet you, Angela," I said warmly, offering her a soft, welcoming smile."Thank you for your help, Luna Lily, and you too, Lucianna."We walked together toward a quiet stone bench beneath the shade of an ancient oak tree, its branches spreading wide and heavy with leaves that rustled gently in the breeze. Angela walked with a slight hesitation in her step, as if she were still growing into her own body, still learning to carry herself in a world that made no room for her. "How long have they been treating you like that?" I asked gently, sitting besid
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