The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance
"You are expected to embody grace, wisdom, and dignity even when others fail to do so."
I picked up a flower crown from the nearest basket, examined it for a bit, then threw it back in and dusted my hands off.
I'm allergic to pollen.
"Yeah, see, that's where we might have a problem. Those aren't exactly my strongest selling points."
Her expression could have frozen hell over. "Then you must learn. Quickly."
What followed was possibly the most awkward hour of my life, and that was saying something considering my track record.
Lyra moved through the preparations like she'd been born to it, her hands weaving flowers into perfect spirals, her voice never rising above that carefully modulated ton