Chapter 82

Abby

The morning of the Luna ceremony, Cassandra arrived carrying a dress.

I took one look at it.

“No.”

She stopped in the doorway.

“What?”

“It has a train.”

“A small train.”

“It is still a train.”

“It’s traditional.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“You said traditional because you knew I couldn’t argue with dead people.”

“Yes.”

At least she was honest.

She laid the dress across my bed.

Dark blue.

Not bright.

Not glittering.

Simple enough that I almost liked it.

Almost.

Silver embroidery ran along the neckline and sleeves, shaped like tiny crescent moons and branches.

I touched one.

“This wasn’t here yesterday.”

“No.”

“You changed it.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Cassandra looked at the necklace around my throat.

“For Naomi.”

My chest tightened.

I looked back at the dress.

“She would have hated the train.”

Cassa