Secrets of One Night: My Contract Husband
she said, tilting her head to admire the picture more closely, one hand resting on her knee.
Luna proudly lifted the drawing with both hands, nearly bumping it against her own chin.
“I’m drawing a princess!” she announced proudly.
“That’s wonderful,” the social worker smiled, giving her a discreet thumbs-up. “What’s your full name?”
Luna sat up a little straighter in her chair, as though she had just been called on for something very important.
“Luna Wolfe Sterling,” she replied, carefully pronouncing every part before ending with a wide smile.
“What a beautiful name,” the social worker said, touched, placing a hand over her heart. “And how old are you?”