Chapter Thirty-Two - The Game

“Ready?”

Luna smoothed her hand down her gown, she stared ahead at the hall where Moira’s ‘party’ was being held. She knew what the party was really all about, she knew ‘party’ was just a fancy word Moira had used to disguise what it really was. A slaughterhouse for her.

Not slaughter as in kill, but slaughter as in chipping away at Luna’s essence with biting words. Luna knew the night was going to be one of the most tedious nights of her life, which was why she had brought a friend with her.

Luna took in a deep breath, she kept her gaze on the hall’s blinking lights ahead as she responded to Rita beside her.

“Like I was born to it.”

“Attagirl,” Rita muttered underneath her breath, but Luna heard it.

As if of one mind, the two women started walking towards the hall.

“I’m starting to rethink this grand entrance thing,” Luna muttered to Rita as they neared the hall.

“Too late, honey, that dress you’re wearing is a grand entrance dress,” her friend replied, “I made certain of it.