The Disappeared Luna
After all, wasn’t having multiple wives and mistresses a dream for many of them?
"This dress matches your red hair perfectly! Try it on," Owen said, holding up an emerald silk gown against me.
He knew my size and preferences perfectly. Who else could know me better than him?
"Alright." I smiled, turned away, and sighed softly.
But any fleeting warmth I felt was quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Hi, Luna Kya."
Lina stepped out of a fitting room, wearing a deep V, seductive red gown, and greeted me proactively.