Forty-Eight: Getting To Know Her

LUSTRE

The fuss about the upcoming ball was spreading like a pandemic in Hell’s Hall and the preparations had started in earnest. It was just a week away and the hall on the first floor was starting to get repainted and redecorated. Luna had stepped into the role of a full-blown lady of the house and she had completely taken over the preparations of everything food and merriments about the party. I expected her to use her newfound position to bully me, to make my life a living hell, to berate me, to make the dynamics of our relationship evident; that she's the Queen and I'm nothing but a measly maid that'll always be beneath her but instead, she was flat-out ignoring my existence.

It was as if she couldn't even see me, as if I wasn't there. I wasn't sure if the Alpha’s command that I shouldn’t partake in any chore except serving his meals and warming his bed had extended to her but I was sure even if it had, she'd have still found a way to berate and ignore me.

Maybe she had just re