Lunar Lake
I’d never worn anything like it definitely not back in my tiny apartment, or even since I’d come here.
“You're Luna now. You don’t have to like it, you just have to look like you belong in it.”
I sighed and pulled the dress over my head. The fabric slid over my skin like water, settling against my curves in a way that made me feel both powerful and exposed. I tugged at the hem, then peeked through the curtain. “Are you sure they’re going to expect this level of… sparkle?”
Celia didn’t even blink. “Trust me. If anything, this is mild. The Silver Moon Luna once wore a gown made entirely of crystals. She couldn’t even sit down. Now open up and let me see.”