86: What the fuck Fiona?

Lucas was the first person to reach me.

In a moment my face went from victory to defeat and defeaning embarrassment as I hurried my hands to hide my exposed chest.

It was a furtile attempt because I was certain everyone had gotten a glimpse or two, enough to form a mental image and as the high of the talk off wore out, I found myself dying in mortification, embarrassment and grave shame the more.

He covered me with his jacket as soon as he got to me but I was badly shaking, I could see the judgement on the faces of the people present. now that the show was over they were slowly revealing what and how they truly felt about my actions.

I wanted to faint from the emotions that filled their faces, I could read everything etched on their faces. What kind of Luna got herself into a mess like this? what kind of Luna undressed in front of her subjects! What kind of person at all?

I had barely managed to get the attention of Mac and I was still questioning his sincerity but I went ahead to