The Luna's Choice
I could never compare to her beauty.
She called me "Luna" as she smiled at me, her teeth shining flawlessly. "My parents were so proud that you chose me, and I am honestly so honored."
I grinned, "You can call me May." I was surprised by how kind she seemed since I thought that if I had such flawless skin, I would surely be an even bigger bitch than I already was.
Even more beaming, Shawna said, "May. Sure, I'll comply."
Javier said, his strong Mexican accent saying, "Luna, I hope you feel safe with us." Javier was a tall man with broad shoulders, and the back of his head was covered in a tiny ponytail with his dark hair.