The Returned Luna
“I’m just an ordinary girl. A girl from the border. I don’t have any business… I don’t deserve to be your partner for such a formal occasion, and--”
“If you were an ordinary woman your age, you would have accepted the invitation with joy.”
She winced. She couldn’t argue with that. An ordinary girl her age would have tried on the dress and admired herself in the mirror for at least an hour, not packed it up, and tried to return it. If she were just Laurel, she’d have thrown herself at him when they first met and lived happily thereafter without a care in the world, but Laura hadn’t been put to rest; thus, all of her doubts were still alive and well, for better or worse.