Moon Goddess's Little Diamond
I opened it to find Jackson, similarly transformed from training clothes into formal attire—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and a tie that matched the silvery blue of the Moon Hunters' crest.
He paused, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
"You look..." he finally managed, then cleared his throat. "The clothes suit you."
"Thanks," I replied, feeling oddly self-conscious. "Yours too."
An awkward silence stretched between us.
"I came to give you this," he said, extending his hand to reveal a small silver box. "It belonged to your mother."
I opened it with trembling fingers. Inside lay a delicate silver circlet, designed to be worn across
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